#please feast on the fruits of my weirdness

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Taylor Swift Meets Hockey RPF: A 2022 Advent Calendar

Hello friends. I’m so excited to announce the advent calendar you never knew you wanted: the countdown of the 25 ficciest Taylor Swift songs, specifically as they apply to hockey RPF!

We’ve long been aware here in the fic community that Ms. Swift’s lyrics provide excellent titles. But just how ficcy are her songs, really? I’ve set out to answer that question via an extremely scientific* ranking project that combines three things I love dearly: hockey RPF, Taylor Swift songs, and making ranked lists of things.

*It was not even a little bit scientific

If you share any of these interests, you may be asking the following questions:

Q. I’m so excited! But what does this advent calendar actually consist of?

A. What a good question. Every day I’ll do a write-up of one of the songs, starting with the least ficcy of the 25 on 12/1 and getting ficcier each day up until Christmas, when the ficciness will reach its peak and we’ll explode with the joy of repressed men pining for each other.

Q. Are you actually going to write a story for each song?

A. Hahaha no. But I am going to pick a pairing that I think fits the song the best and say a little about how their story would go, and if I get intrigued enough by any of it I might write the story eventually.

Q. You’re going to let us know which song lyrics you’d use to title the story, though, right?

A. Of course.

Q. How can I keep track of these posts?

A. This post will act as a master post as soon as I’ve started the countdown.

Q. How about a playlist so we can listen along?

A. I got you right here! It’s empty now, and I’ll add songs as soon as they’re revealed.

Q. But wait! There’s so much variety in fanfiction, even just within hockey RPF. What does “ficciest” actually mean?

A. The ficciness of each song has been determined via the extremely objective method of me thinking about it really, really hard. I’m not aiming for all of fandom here; my frame of reference is men’s hockey RPF, specifically slash, specifically the kinds of stories I most enjoy reading/writing.

Q. Isn’t that kind of arbitrary?

A. Shhhhhh.

Q. Okay but that means pining is going to be front and center, right?

A. Absolutely it does.

Q.  So…you actually went through all of Taylor Swift’s discography for this?

A. Let’s just say my Spotify Wrapped is a little extreme this year.

Q. Aside from screwing your Spotify stats all to hell, did you come across any trends in the ficciness of her music that you’d like to share with us?

A. I’m so glad you asked! As part of determining the top 25, I rated every Taylor Swift song in her 10 studio albums (Taylor’s Version where available) on a scale of 0-10 for applicability to hockey RPF. Her albums ranked as follows:

Reputation (2017): 4.79 average ficciness rating

Lover (2019): 4.39

Taylor Swift (2006): 4

Speak Now (2010): 3.88

Red (2012): 3.55

Folklore (2020): 3.41

Fearless (2008): 3.4

Midnights (2022): 3.3

Evermore (2020): 3

1989 (2014): 2.77

Honestly I was pretty surprised by how this shook out. I expected ficciness to be at its peak in her first few albums, but nope. It was reasonably high at the start, and it did decline as she transitioned from country to pop with 1989, but then it shot up to new heights in Reputation and Lover. These are, not coincidentally, the two albums she wrote during and just after the start of her relationship with her current partner. This makes sense to me: the pining of the early albums is all well and good, but there are also a lot of songs about breakups, which did not do well in the ficciness ratings. After Lover, things went a little more as expected: the ficciness leveled off again, and her three most recent albums all ended up in the bottom half. Here's a fancy graph of the results:

That said, averages don’t tell you everything. Her first album is less ficcy than Lover on average but does far better in the top 25. Folklore is above Fearless by average rating, but it only has one song in the top 25 versus Fearless’s four. In fact, there were three albums that had only one song make it in, and 1989, least ficcy of them all, managed to squeak in twice. So “average ficciness” and “number of extremely ficcy songs” turned out to be very different stats.

Q. That's fun. Do you have any more charts?

A. I sure do! Here's one I made of how many songs came in at each rating from 1-10:

Basically, there were a lot of songs that weren't ficcy even a little bit, declining in number towards the mediocrely ficcy at 5. Then the count started going up again with songs that had enough ficcy content to be considered but maybe didn't quite hit the nail on the head. There were only a few songs that were real bullseyes.

When it came to narrowing things down, everything 7 and above got further consideration. About half the 7s made it, and almost all the 8s (there were a few I left out for various reasons). All the 9s and 10s got in.

Q. You’ve infected my brain with this, and now I’m curious how you’d rate this one song of hers I’m thinking about.

A. Shoot me an ask! If it isn’t in the top 25 I’ll answer with the ficciness rating I gave it and why.

Q. Thank you, this was exactly the extremely niche advent calendar I was hoping for this year.

A. Universal appeal, that’s my goal!

Day One: Speak Now Day Two: Blank Space Day Three: Sparks Fly Day Four: Girl at Home Day Five: Come Back...Be Here Day Six: 22 Day Seven: Breathe Day Eight: Willow Day Nine: Cruel Summer Day Ten: Long Live Day Eleven: I Know Places Day Twelve: I Think He Knows Day Thirteen: Snow On The Beach Day Fourteen: Peace Day Fifteen: Call It What You Want Day Sixteen: Fearless Day Seventeen: Untouchable Day Eighteen: I'm Only Me When I'm With You Day Nineteen: Invisible Day Twenty: Gorgeous Day Twenty-One: Dress Day Twenty-Two: Treacherous Day Twenty-Three: Teardrops On My Guitar Day Twenty-Four: I'd Lie Day Twenty-Five: You Belong With Me

#honestly i have no idea why i did this but i got SO INTO IT #please feast on the fruits of my weirdness #advent 2022 #ficciest taylor #masterpost #hockey rpf #taylor swift #thanks chartgo.com for those charts

[storiesoflilies]

juicy fruits

synopsis: in which toji just knows her too well.

no warnings at all, just one lil swear word! a little indulgent toji fluff for the soul. please reblog if you liked it! <3

link to drabble collection.

“oh my god, toji baby! look how good this looks!”

“ugh, can i just be there right now?”

“this looks too good to be real. seriously, how do they grow them like that?”

toji knew it was coming, just knew it. he glanced over at her from his spot in the kitchen. she was sitting there, all curled up on the sofa, with her fuzzy socks peeking out from underneath a woolen throw, scrolling away at her phone.

“you still watchin them videos, sweets?” toji hummed as nonchalantly as he possibly could, avoiding direct eye contact.

she sputtered excitedly, peeking her head over the sofa to look at him with pure starlight. “toji you should see it! when they cut into them, i’ve literally never seen such juicy looking fruits!” and then she disappeared into the sofa again.

“you know it’s probably not real, right? just some dumb influencers makin fake stuff look better than it is,” he mumbled, more so to himself, bitter as an old lemon, as he dried off the sopping wet dinner dishes.

toji heard her hands grip the edge of the sofa with a loud thwack! as she pulled herself up again, glaring at him. “they’re not dumb, and i like em!” and she vanished into her haven of heat in a dramatic huff.

he put down the wet dishrag, old as bones and quite filthy now, and started counting down from ten in his head.

ten.

nine.

eight.

sev-

“toji?”

bingo.

“yes, sweets?”

a few delicate lip smacks, little popping bubbles, sealing in the pattern of hers that toji knew how to draw even in his sleep. “i kinda want some juicy fruits now.”

and there it was, he was in for it now.

toji groaned, and wrung the rag with fervor. “oh baby, the shops are going to close now. there’ll be no good fruits left.”

she sputtered an unintelligible noise that was unequivocally hers. “But, but!” As if her cravings could somehow bend the rules of time and space, and open up the doors of the store just for her.

“we’ll get some juicy fruits tomorrow, how about that?”

and toji could feel that big dopey heart of hers crack just a little, her taste buds crying into a fit of not having their – her – cravings satisfied at that very moment.

“you promise?” she mumbled, throwing her phone somewhere in between the rolling hills of the throw, and crossed her arms over the sofa to look up at him.

look up at him with those big, beautiful eyes that were a book to her soul; an instruction manual on how to build together the entirety that was her. those eyes of hers, melting all the hard edges of him into something softer, more malleable.

dammit.

hook, line…

and sinker.

he is toji fushiguro after all, procurer of all the weird and wonderful things of his sweetheart’s passing whims.

toji sighed deeply, giving her a pointed look as he strode over to her and held both sides of her face, planting a well-earned kiss on her forehead. “i promise, sweets.”

the next morning, at precisely 9:37 a.m., she woke up to find no wonderfully warm embrace from her big, burly man. she frowned, patting the immediate vicinity of the bed with her eyes closed. when that didn’t somehow magically make toji appear, she cracked open her eyes like a teapot lid and heard the rustling of plastic bags somewhere in the apartment.

“right. ok, ow! fuck sa-!”

“toji?”

the scuffling stopped, as if she wasn’t supposed to hear whatever toji was up to. she got out of bed, placed her slippers on her feet, and went out at once to investigate. what she certainly didn’t expect to see was toji grappling with a pineapple, and an array of brightly colored fruits on the countertop like a feast of rainbows.

mangos, oranges.

strawberries, peaches.

grapes, grapefruits.

raspberries, blackberries.

even pink and yellow dragonfruits! she couldn’t even recall ever trying one of those before.

her heart melted into tiny teeny snowflakes as she licked her lips; the craving in her brain sent signals for her mouth to prepare to eat, and eat well.

“sorry, did i wake you up?” toji grumbled, glaring daggers at the prickly fruit he was gripping. “this stupid thing. i should have just paid for precut pieces, but i thought it was a waste of money.”

“wha- did you wake up early to get all this?”

“uh, yeah. the fruits would be freshest first thing in the mornin, right?”

she giggled, and he barely had time to turn around before her arms were wrapped around his midriff, her face buried in the dip of his back.

“you’re the sweetest, most juciest fruit i could ever find,” she said, as if that was the most sensible thing in the whole world to say.

the tips of toji’s ears turned a shade of strawberry red, and he mumbled something along the lines of, “yeah, yeah, you’re my sweet fruit too. you wanna help me cut this damn thing?”

general taglist: @tadabzzzbee

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fluff #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji drabbles #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #toji my beloved #jujutsu kaisen

[pansear-doodles]

RW Shipping Name Masterlist

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Considering the influence I have over the fandom, I will be using this position to create concrete naming proposals for RW Ships.

If there are any suggestions/reworks in mind, please reply to this post! Not all ships will be included but they can be added later by request (and I will intentionally not include problematic/weird ones). On the polyamory side of things, there are so many variations, so I'll just be grabbing some I've seen. (Feel free to suggest any too)

They MIGHT be ordered by popularity/frequency based on my observations (I watch the rain world hashtags on both twitter and tumblr like a hawk; and I also check the fanart discord channels). This isn't me saying that your favorite ship isn't popular or bad.

Ship names are best determined by how well it reads, if it rolls the tongue good enough and how frequent the community uses it. (Alternatively, there can be unique ship codes/descriptors if decided majority by the community)

This list isn't perfect of course, which is why I encourage people to contribute to it! It will be periodically updated.

Please be respectful to each other and be open-minded, especially considering that each of us have widely different portrayals of the characters. The RW Artist community is the most respectful shipping space I ever been on, and I want to keep it that way!

If shipping is not your taste, good for you! Let's respect each others' ideas of how we portray the characters in general.

Let us assume they are all adults in similar age ranges and nonrelated (until proven otherwise by canon) in this case please. For iterators, we will assume all are nonrelated (except Moon and Pebbles as they are heavily coded to be siblings). All shippers ignore the timeline canon the game gives generally.

Plain text means its not yet decided or used by one person Italicized text means its being decided or used by few people Bold text means its fully decided or considered by the majority (supported by dedicated hashtags if ever)

SEMI-OUTDATED (doesn't contains all the ship codes so please reply to this post with suggestions)

Contains Downpour spoilers

ARTIFICER SHIPS

Artificer x Hunter - Artihunter/Girls Who Kill/Cherry Bomb/Violent Lesbians/Red Velvet/War Criminals

Artificer x Saint - Artisaint/Death Pop/Argument/Pegasus

Artificer x Gourmand - Artimand/Gourificer/Popcorn/Barbecue/Gore-Bomb/Strawberries n’ Cream/Parentshipping/The Moms

Artificer x Spearmaster - Spearficer/Boomstick/Hotshot/Firecracker/Sparkler/Death Notice

Artificer x Rivulet - Rivuficer/Artilet/Fireboy and Watergirl/Missile/Bathbomb/Rarefacton Cell/Toasterbath

Artificer x Survivor - Survficer/Redvelvet

Artificer x Monk - Artimonk/Sunnysideup

Artificer x Enot - Enotficer/Paprika/La Bomba/Pipe Bomb

GOURMAND SHIPS

Gourmand x Artificer - Artimand/Gourificer/Popcorn/Barbecue/Gore-Bomb/Strawberries n’ Cream/Parentshipping/The Moms

Gourmand x Spearmaster - Spearmand/Kebab/Pin Cushion/Fruit Ninja

Gourmand x Hunter - Gourunter/Huntmand/Honeyham/Cherry Pie/Baby Back Ribs

Gourmand x Saint - Saintmand/Goursaint/Fluffball/Wooly Mammoth/Mintcaramel/Sacred Feast/Shamrock Shake/Ice Cream/Furball/Big Bush/Fat Blunt/Apple Pie

Gourmand x Rivulet - Rivumand/Gourmet/Fastfood/Seafood/Pufferfish/Fish and Chips/Bullfrog

Gourmand x Survivor - Survmand/Gourvivor/Marshmallow/Snowball

Gourmand x Enot - Enotmand/Gournot/Bathbomb/Scrambledeggs/Suspiciousstew/Black Licorice

Gourmand x Monk - Gourmonk/Cheesewheel/Big Cheese

Gourmand x Nightcat - Nightmand/Full Moon

RIVULET SHIPS

Rivulet x Spearmaster - Spearvulet/Fishstick/Swordfish/Speedpaint/Narwhal

Rivulet x Hunter - Rivhunter/Cotton candy/Fisher/Piranha

Rivulet x Artificer - Rivuficer/Artilet/Fireboy and Watergirl/Missile/Bathbomb/Rarefacton Cell/Toasterbath

Rivulet x Saint - Rivusaint/Speedscugs/Floofish/Fluffy Axolotl/Marine Snow/Waterdancers/Bubblefruit/Seaweed/Holy Water

Rivulet x Gourmand - Rivumand/Gourmet/Fastfood/Seafood/Pufferfish/Fish and Chips/Bullfrog

Rivulet x Survivor - Survulet/Tapwater

Rivulet x Enot - Rivunot/Speedrun/Ploink/ADHD/Explosion :3

Rivulet x Monk - Rivmonk/Monkvulet/Lemonshark/Banana Boat

Rivulet x Nightcat - Nightvulet/Deep Sea/Lanternfish

SPEARMASTER SHIPS

Spearmaster x Rivulet - Spearvulet/Fishstick/Swordfish/Speedpaint/Narwhal

Spearmaster x Saint - Spearsaint/Saintmaster/Spearmint/Icicles/Holy Stick/Thornbush

Spearmaster x Gourmand - Spearmand/Kebab/Pin Cushion/Fruit Ninja

Spearmaster x Artificer - Spearficer/Boomstick/Hotshot/Firecracker/Sparkler/Death Notice

Spearmaster x Hunter - Spearhunter/Huntmaster/Love Message/Thorn Bush/Grape Fruit/Grape Juice/Broadcats

Spearmaster x Survivor - Spearvivor/The Fighters/Glowstick

Spearmaster x Enot - Spearnot/Lagspike

Spearmaster x Monk - Spearmonk/Cheesestick

Spearmaster x Nightcat - Spearnight/Nightspear/Shadow Force/Vampire Bat

SAINT SHIPS

Saint x Artificer - Artisaint/Death Pop/Argument/Pegasus

Saint x Spearmaster - Spearsaint/Saintmaster/Spearmint/Icicles/Holy Stick/Thornbush

Saint x Gourmand - Saintmand/Goursaint/Fluffball/Wooly Mammoth/Mintcaramel/Sacred Feast/Shamrock Shake/Ice Cream/Furball/Big Bush/Fat Blunt/Apple Pie

Saint x Rivulet - Rivusaint/Speedscugs/Floofish/Fluffy Axolotl/Marine Snow/Waterdancers/Bubblefruit/Seaweed/Holy Water

Saint x Hunter - Saintunter/Cherrybush/Watermelon

Saint x Survivor - Survaint/Toothpaste/Mint Ice cream/Pistachio

Saint x Enot - Saintnot/Chaos/Godmode

Saint x Monk - Saintmonk/Monsaint/Peacemakers/Banana Split/Sprite Lemon Lime

Saint x Nightcat - Nightsaint/Holy Night/Nightshade/Chocolate Mint

HUNTER SHIPS

Hunter x Artificer - Artihunter/Girls Who Kill/Cherry Bomb/Violent Lesbians/Red Velvet/War Criminals

Hunter x Rivulet - Rivhunter/Cotton candy/Fisher/Piranha

Hunter x Gourmand - Gourunter/Huntmand/Honeyham/Cherry Pie/Baby Back Ribs

Hunter x Saint - Saintunter/Cherrybush/Watermelon

Hunter x Survivor - Survunter/Hunter Gatherer/Candy Cane

Hunter x Spearmaster - Spearhunter/Huntmaster/Love Message/Thorn Bush/Grape Fruit/Grape Juice/Broadcats

Hunter x Monk - Huntmonk/Monkhunter/Apple Juice

Hunter x Nightcat - Nighthunter/Bloodmoon

Hunter x Enot - Huntnot/Counterstrike/Hard Boiled

SURVIVOR SHIPS

Survivor x Gourmand - Survmand/Gourvivor/Marshmallow/Snowball

Survivor x Artificer - Survficer/Redvelvet

Survivor x Rivulet - Survulet/Tapwater

Survivor x Spearmaster - Spearvivor/The Fighters/Glowstick

Survivor x Hunter - Survunter/Hunter Gatherer/Candy Cane

Survivor x Saint - Survaint/Toothpaste/Mint Ice cream/Pistachio

Survivor x Nightcat - Nightlight/Oreo/Yin and Yang/Nightvivor/Survnight/Zebra Cake/Riceball/Onigiri/Starrynight

Survivor x Enot -Survivenot/Reversal

MONK SHIPS

Monk x Hunter - Huntmonk/Monkhunter/Apple Juice

Monk x Nightcat - Nightmonk/Solar Eclipse/Moon Cheese

Monk x Rivulet - Rivmonk/Monkvulet/Lemonshark/Banana Boat

Monk x Spearmaster - Spearmonk/Cheesestick

Monk x Artificer - Artimonk/Sunnysideup

Monk x Gourmand - Gourmonk/Cheesewheel/Big Cheese

Monk x Saint - Saintmonk/Monsaint/Peacemakers/Banana Split/Sprite Lemon Lime

Monk x Enot - Monknot/NachoCheese

NIGHTCAT SHIPS

Nightcat x Survivor - Nightlight/Oreo/Yin and Yang/Nightvivor/Survnight/Zebra Cake/Riceball/Onigiri/Starrynight

Nightcat x Enot - Enight/Enotnight/Nightnot/Error 404/Black Cats

Nightcat x Monk - Nightmonk/Solar Eclipse/Moon Cheese/Midnight Sun

Nightcat x Gourmand - Nightmand/Full Moon

Nightcat x Saint - Nightsaint/Holy Night/Nightshade/Chocolate Mint

Nightcat x Rivulet - Nightvulet/Deep Sea/Lanternfish

Nightcat x Artificer - Nightficer/Artinight/Fireworks

Nightcat x Hunter - Nighthunter/Bloodmoon

Nightcat x Spearmaster - Spearnight/Nightspear/Shadow Force/Vampire Bat

ENOT SHIPS

Enot x Artificer - Enotficer/Paprika/La Bomba/Pipe Bomb

Enot x Gourmand - Enotmand/Gournot/Bathbomb/Scrambledeggs/Suspiciousstew/Black Licorice

Enot x Rivulet - Rivunot/Speedrun/Ploink/ADHD/Explosion :3

Enot x Spearmaster - Spearnot/Lagspike

Enot x Saint - Saintnot/Chaos/Godmode

Enot x Hunter - Huntnot/Counterstrike/Hard Boiled

Enot x Survivor - Survivenot/Reversal

Enot x Nightcat - Enight/Enotnight/Nightnot/Error 404/Black Cats

Enot x Monk - Monknot/NachoCheese/Moon Cheese/Midnight Sun

ITERATOR SHIPS

Pebbles x Suns - Redpebbles/Sunstone/Hot Rocks/Fallen Suns/ Fallen Sunset/Pepper Volcano/FPS

Pebbles x Sigs - Sigpebbles/Ragequit/Gamer Rage/Rock and a Hard Place/Synthesizer

Suns x Sigs - Sunsigs/Traffic Light/Therapy Session

Suns x Moon - Sunmoon/Eclipse

Sigs x Moon - Sigmoon/Lilypad/Neuron Spam

Moon x Sliver - Slivermoon/WaningCrescent/Fallen Gods/Harvest Moon

Sliver x Wind - Sliverwind/Windy Fields

Wind x Innocence - Windocence/Content Warning User Interface

Pebbles x Suns x Sigs - Sigsunpebs/Cold Ones

MISC. PAIR SHIPS

Artificer x Scavenger Chieftain - Artiking/Regicide

Artificer x Hunter x Rot - Artrothunter/Explosive Hunting

Survivor and Monk's Parents - Mayo Ketchup/Salsa Rosa

Artificer x Hunter x Scavenger Chieftain - Artihunterking/Triple Threat/Triple Red

Robin x Carl - Corbin

MULTI-SHIPS (3)

Artificer x Saint x Hunter - Artisaintunter/Spicy Pesto/Tri-Force/Cyberbullying

Artificer x Hunter x Spearmaster - Artispearunter/Girls Night/Murdercat Trio/Murdercats

Artificer x Hunter x Gourmand - Artihuntermand/Heartwarm/Homebound/Sunrise

Saint x Rivulet x Gourmand - Saigourmulet/Seasoned Fish Fillet/Ice Cream

Artificer x Rivulet x Saint - Artisaintvulet

Survivor x Gourmand x Spearmaster - Gourvivaster/PB&J

Spearmaster x Rivulet x Saint - Spearsaintvulet/Crazy Straw

Artificer x Saint x Spearmaster - Artispearsaint/Dangocats

Hunter x Survivor x Nightcat - Survnightunter/Neapolitan

Artificer x Spearmaster x Rivulet - Artispearvulet/Ultrakill

Rivulet x Hunter x Monk - Rivuntermonk/Sonic Heroes/Red Waters

Saint x Hunter x Rivulet - Saintuntervulet/RGB

Hunter x Rivulet x Spearmaster - Huntvuletmaster/Pufferfish

Rivulet x Spearmaster x Gourmand - Rivmastermand/Fish Kebab/Luau/Seafood Kebab

Spearmaster x Artificer x Gourmand - Spearficermand/Spitroast

Saint x Gourmand x Enot - Goursaintnot/Fluffy Ball of Chaos/Digital Yarn Ball/G Fuel/Choking Hazard/Mountain Dew/Divine Dining

Survivor x Enot x Nightcat - Survnightnot/Oreo Sunday/Lightswitch (System related)/Monochrome

Saint x Enot x Nightcat - Saintnotcat/Cheats Enabled/Glitched Cycles/Ascended cycles/Repeating Fates/Starry Mint

Spearmaster x Hunter x Monk - Spearuntermonk/Juice Box/Apple Cider

Rivulet x Saint x Gourmand - Rivusaintmand/Surf n Turf

MULTI-SHIPS (4)

Artificer x Saint x Hunter x Spearmaster - Artispearaintunter

Artificer x Hunter x Spearmaster x Rivulet - Artispearuntervulet

Gourmand x Spearmaster x Saint x Rivulet - Goursaintmastervulet/Sushi/Popsicle

Gourmand x Spearmaster x Rivulet x Hunter - Gourspearvuletunter/Fish Fry

MULTI-SHIPS (5)

Artificer x Saint x Hunter x Spearmaster x Nightcat - Artispearaintnightunter

Artificer x Saint x Spearmaster x Rivulet x Gourmand - Artispearaintvuletmand/Speartigourmrivsaint/DP Gang

Artificer x Hunter x Spearmaster x Rivulet x Saint - Artispearaintvulenter/War Crimes

MULTI-SHIPS (6)

Artificer x Saint x Spearmaster x Rivulet x Gourmand x Hunter - Artispearaintunervuletmand/Rainbow/Tie-dye

MULTI-SHIPS (7)

Artificer x Saint x Spearmaster x Rivulet x Gourmand x Hunter x Enot - Artispearaintunternotvuletmand

Artificer x Saint x Spearmaster x Rivulet x Gourmand x Hunter x Nightcat - Artispearaintunternightvuletmand

MULTI-SHIPS (8)

Artificer x Saint x Spearmaster x Rivulet x Gourmand x Hunter x Nightcat x Enot - Artispearaintunternightvuletnotmand (phew... *accidentally summons satan* FUCK.)

#scug shipping #rain world #rainworld #rain world downpour #rainworld downpour #rainworld spoilers #rain world spoilers #dp spoilers #text #slugcat #iterator

[ohtobeleah]

Can we see the reader opening up a little more to Rooster in ToE please Leah. Obsessed with this series.

I don’t know if anyone will noticed but I’ve been binging Shameless again and it’s sneaking into all my recent fics. Here’s the Masterlist for previous chapters.

Warnings Ahead: Mentions of domestic abuse, sexual assault.

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Of course on your day off it would be raining. The weather had been nothing but pristine throughout the working week–but as you laid in bed, completely encapsulated by Bradley Bradshaw– you could hear the gentle sound of raindrops pattering against the window.

After spending half the night learning how to wrap all sorts of presents for your daughter with Rooster, you’d snuck into Jake's bedroom as quietly as you possibly could and fished out a pair of sweatpants for him to borrow. It almost felt like you were a teenager again, sneaking a boy up into your room. Only there was no sex and your daughter slept soundly in her own bed in the corner of the room.

“Holy shit–” Off with the fairies, you hadn’t noticed when Bradley had woken up. But as he stirred you felt his hold on your tighten, pulling you in and closer to his chest. Kissing your forehead gently as he extinguished a deep sigh of content. “You look so beautiful, never seen you like this before.” There had been a definenate boundary shift with Bradley last night, he’d never stayed the night before. Sure you'd wanted to ask a handful of times but something about last night, how he was so invested in helping you wrap presents before neatly placing them under the Christmas tree just made your heart grow a little bigger for Bradley Bradshaw. Plus, he’d managed a seamlessly flawless pick-up when you'd asked him to step in to pick up your daughter from daycare. He hadn’t even hesitated.

“Beautiful huh?” You cooed as you let your fingers trace his jaw. “I don't know about that–”

“The most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of getting to know.” You never thought you could fall in love with an octave change before, but as Bradley stirred–his muscle flexing whenever he shifted in the early morning light cracking through the shades covering the window, you feel a little harder. His voice was deep and gruff and oh so perfectly mesmerising, like his own version of a siren song. “What's that smell?” Rooster sniffed out the smell wafting from underneath the bedroom door. “Maple syrup?”

“It's Saturday morning, Jake does breakfast on Saturday mornings.” It was weird when you first moved in, getting used to having someone cook for you almost religiously as a sign of affection. Acts of service was a love language Jake Seresin spoke fluently. Every Saturday, a slew of eggs, bacon, hash browns, oats and whatever seasonal fruit was available would be on the dining table before you had a chance to protest. “He’s probably down there cooking up a feast–”

“He doesn't know I stayed the night though, does he?” You shook your head no as you beamed up at Bradley, pushing yourself up as you checked to see if Dot had woken up yet.

“Nope, but I'd be surprised if he hasn't spotted the Bronco still in the drive.” Rooster couldn't take his eyes off your ass as you called down to the end of the bed, the grey Naval Academy shirt you wore to bed just barely ghosted your cheeks. His eyebrows frowned for a split second at the appearance of what seemed to be a poorly healed burn—a brand of some sort. The type that you give the cattle to mark them before sale or whenever they go into a boarding yard.

“Hi bubba.” Oddette was just coming to, her sleep drunk face was one of your favourites. Hoisting her up onto your hip, Bradley couldn't help but to drink in the sight of you, he was in love–no doubt about it. “I bet uncle Jakey has some oats ready for you huh?” The little girl, the spitting version of you with her curly locks and her big eyes caught the sight of Bradley as he sucked her thumb into her mouth. “Can you say morning to Rooster baby girl?”

Bradley took that as his sign to get up and out of bed, throwing the covers off as he let his legs hang off the edge of the bed as he stretched his arms out for your daughter. Without a single second of hesitation, you handed her over, falling in love with the way Dot mimicked the way Braldey reached out for her, reaching out for him to take her into his arms. Strong and muscular.

“Good morning miss Dot, you are just as beautiful as your mother in the morning huh?” As you watched Bradley bond with your daughter, you couldn't help but to think he liked you out of focus. Not understanding just how complicated a relationship with you would honestly be, how much baggage came along with you. He’d argue until his dying breath he liked you in the moment and with everything that came with you, a package deal. “The mark on your ass? That something I should be concerned about?”

“Oh—“ Not really sure how to answer that you just paused for a moment. “It’s nothing, well—it’s something but nothing to be concerned about anymore.” Lies. You constantly worried about him, if he’d show up in the middle of the night to get his revenge on you for leaving or if he’d one day decided he wanted custody of Odette. It was a constant state of existential crisis that you lived in–allowing Bradley Bradshaw into your life just made it all the more bearable even if you'd consider it to be a selfish act. He deserved a non battered woman. Period.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say that’s a cattle brand?” Bradley wasn’t trying to pry but as he held your daughter on his hip he tilted your chin up a little more to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to tell me, but whatever you’ve been through you’re safe here—you know that right?” He was being genuine, there was no push to tell but the door had been left wide open for you if you wanted to.

“I know, but the more I tell you the bigger the chance is you’ll hightail it in the opposite direction and I just know that I wouldn’t be able to handle that.” The way you said it made you sound so vulnerable, always the first to deny anything was really there between you and Bradley. Always the one who pushed away first, slowed down the pace if things were moving too quickly. Rooster was more than happy to take the passenger's seat while you held onto the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turned white at the pressure, but the way you said you wouldn't be able to handle it if he decided he couldn't hack it made his heart shatter in his chest.

Bradley had always been an action speak louder than words kinda guy, deciding that diving into the deep end to kiss you was the best response to the fact you were adamant you weren't good enough for him. Your daughter was quick to giggle as she felt squashed between the pair of you, Bradley was expertly balancing her against his hip with one arm as he held the back of your head with the other. Lips melding with yours as the sound of rain pouring outside filled the silence.

“There’s nothing on this planet that could make me turn my back on you.” Fuck he was being genuine as all hell wasn’t he? Once again, you felt like you could open up just the slightest bit–Braldey had dumped you out of your box, sifting through all your puzzle pieces trying to get a look at the bigger picture. Who were you really and what led you to him?

“My ex—I was, we were uh.” It was still hard to say it, you hated saying it–it had never been sex or love with Jaidyn. It was always something more sinister. Bradley got the gist of what you were trying to explain, he nodded in agreement just so you could keep going. Only if you wanted to. “I tried to run that morning, but he’d caught me, dragged me back in and had been laying into me for the better half of the day.” The tears were noticeable, but you kept going. “Decided that he needed to remind me just who I belonged to I guess.” Wiping away the tears that fell down your cheeks you sighed and braved a smile. “He had a very twisted view on the blurred boundary of pleasure and pain, when I gave him what he wanted he branded me at the same time.”

“You aren’t anyone’s property Y/n, no his, not anyone’s.” Rage. That's all that you could see written across Rooster’s face. From the way he clenched his jaw to the way his hand had wandered down to hover over your ass, fingertips softly dancing across the raised skin that had healed poorly without any real medical intervention.

“I found out I was pregnant three weeks later–a rose amongst a sea of thorns.” A knock against your bedroom door interrupted the moment of vulnerability you were having, Bradley was sure he saw in real time your shutters go down as you shook yourself back into reality.

“Are you joining me for breakfast?” Jake shouted from the otherside. “Or is it just gonna be me?”

“Coming!” You replied as your eyes never left Roosters. “Please don't tell anyone, Jake doesn't even know how bad it got sometimes, he knows most of it–but I didn't have the heart to tell him the father of my daughter banded me when he made me orgasm.” Even if it was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to listen to, Rooster nodded in solidarity, leaning in to kiss your cheek as he readjusted your daughter on his other hip.

“Anything you ever tell me in full confidence, I won't ever repeat to anyone gorgeous.”

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Much to your own surprise, Jake hadnt noticed the Bronco still sitting in the driveway. He’d been too busy cooking up a feast–way more food then needed for two and a half people. Dot would eat maybe a few spoonfuls of oats, some squished blueberries and a small cup of juice. Why on god's green earth Jake insisted on massive Saturday breakfast you'd never understand, but you enjoyed the food always.

“Morning sleepy head!” Jake beamed as he crouched to scoop up your daughter who'd come pattering his way with a cheeky smile and a loud chuckle. “Did your mamma sleep in? Did she? I think she did and–” As Jake looked up he saw Rooster standing shirtless behind you with a grin plastered on his face. His hand lingered on your hip as he drew you closer to his side. “Hang on a damn minute are those my sweat pants?”

“Thought you'd be able to tell by the way my ankles are hanging out the bottom?” Rooster teased as he sauntered over into the kitchen. “You need help shorty or have you got this covered?”

“Nope, uh uh, i'm not gonna be baratted in my own home!” Jake placed Dot gently onto the tiles and she was off running–her dollhouse had been calling her name. “You stayed the night?”

“Sure did.” Rooster said it in a way that had you fighting off a smile. He was sweet you'd give him that. “I’m making coffee, you want one?” he asked before you sent him a soft nod.”

“Please, two sugars.” Jake was still staring at you, like you owed him an explanation as to your overnight visitor. “It was late by the time we finished wrapping all the presents alright, get off my dick.”

“Did you guys wrap all those gifts?”

“Sure did, even wrapped a couple with a nice little bow for you Hangman–” Bradley had his back turned to you and Jake as he made his coffee alongside yours. Jake just looked at the back of his wingman's head for far too long before turning back to you as you shrugged your shoulders, pretending you had no idea what Rooster was talking about. “And I'm kinda hurt, you've clearly been holding out on the team man, no invite to Saturday breakfast feast before?”

“I dont cook for strays–” Jake teased as he went back to flipping his pancakes. The bacon was almost done, sizzling away in the pan on the stovetop as you picked fresh strawberries from the bowl of cut up fruit.

“That's exactly what you've been doing though?” You mumbled through a mouthful of food before chucking to yourself. Bradley was once again at your side as he handed you the mug of coffee, tailored just the way you liked it. “Can you wrangle Dot? Gotta get her in her highchair for breakfast.”

“Yes ma'am.” Without a second of hesitation Bradley was off, darting around the corner into the living room. Out of sight out of mind for a mere ten seconds before he was racing back around the corner with your daughter throwing over his shoulder in a fit of laughter. “One Odette Dolan ready and reporting for duty Fe.”

“Wooster!--” Odette couldn't have contained her joy if she tried, her hair was flopping around as Braldey swung her around. “Wooster!!”

“Jesus Chris I’m gonna be sick.” Jake sighed as he stacked the final pancake onto the plate. “Rooster, man—you’re killing me.”

“What? She's gonna be a pilot isn't she? May as well start getting used to G-forces now.” her cheeks had caught a little air as Bradley continued spinning her around in a fit of giggles. Two peas in a pod the pair of them were. It just melted your heart.

“Faster Wooster faster!” Dot was riding a high of energy, her enthusiasm this early in the morning only matching bradleys as he handed you his coffee mug and decided taking off around the house with her on his shoulders was the most appropriate thing to do.

“Lieutenant Dot Dolan requesting permission from green range to enter point alpha” It was hard not to laugh as Dot held on for what looked like dear life, her legs strung over Braldeys shoulders as she held onto his hair. His hands on her knees securing her. “Permission granted, let's turn and burn baby!”

“Turn and Burn!” Dot repeated as Bradley raced around the kitchen, dodging both you and Jake and just looked at the pair of them like they were crazy.

“I’m losing my place at her favourite aren’t I?” This is what Saturday mornings should have been like for your daughter always, surrounded by those who loved her unconditionally. Who wanted to protect her always and fill her mind with core memories she’d remember forever. It hadn’t been though. “If I lose my spot to Rooster I’ll be pissed Fe—“ Jake took a bite of the bit of bacon he snatched off the plate. You were too busy making up Dots breakfast to even send him an eye roll.

“You’re the one who meddled, don’t forget that.”

“I didn’t think it would lead to Bradshaw sleepovers so soon! I haven’t prepared for this!” All you did was sigh, chuckling softly before you noticed the caller ID lightning up Jake's phone on the countertop. You couldn’t contain the groan that escaped. “Jake, what the fuck is Frank calling you for?”

“Huh?” Jake’s eyes landed on his phone and that’s when he sighed in annoyance as well. “Shit—“ He didn’t hesitate to pick it up though, just as Rooster and Dot were coming in for landing. “What do you want, Frank?”

“Who’s Frank?” It was a question you normally wouldn’t have answered, but as Bradley placed Dot into her high chair you turned your attention his way briefly as Jake placed his phone on speaker.

“My dad—“

“Have you seen my daughter around recently?” You hadn’t heard your fathers voice in just shy of a year. He only ever called when he needed money, an addict through and through. He’d never been around and when he was it was always chaotic.

“No Frank I haven’t, fuck off Frank.” You sent Jake a look as if to say watch his cuss words around Dot, covering her ears as you gritted your teeth. “Sorry—“ He mouthed with a soft grin. “Y/n doesn’t come around anymore, haven’t seen her since—“

“Jacob, if you're lying to me I’ll be thoroughly upset.” You had changed your number when you’d run to Jake for safety, uprooting your life and leaving with only a few personal items you could fit in a bag. Dots birth certificate, important documents. “It’s Christmas time! I’m trying to rally the family together for a good old Y/l/n shindig.” If you had rolled your eyes any harder, they would have popped out of your head.

“Is Jacob his real name?” Bradley felt like he’d just unlocked Pandora’s box when you nodded quietly in response, fist bumping the air as he bit his bottom lip in excitement. “Holy shit so many endless possibilities—“

“I highly doubt any of your children want anything to do with you, Frank.” It was as if Jake had been through this a million times before, Rooster couldn’t help but to wonder how many times your father had called him looking for you over the years. “But I haven’t seen Y/n in a few years now—so you’re shit outta luck and outta cash.”

“He doesn’t call you?” Squishing blueberries between your fingertips before you aeroplaned them into Dot's mouth was probably one of the most domestic things Bradley had ever seen you do.

“Doesn’t have my new number, kinda wanna keep it that way.” The pair of you were being careful to keep your voices low while Jake entertained your estranged father. “He’s a junkie, only ever calls when he needs something—“

“Well if she’s not with you where the hell is she? Jaidyn said she took off in the middle of the night a few months ago! And if she’s not with you what if she’s dead in a ditch somewhere?” You couldn’t hold back the scoff that escaped. Frank had never cared before, this time was no different. He wasn’t concerned about your wellbeing, just about his atm.

“Honestly that ditch would probably be a safer place for her to be then with that dickhead.” Jake seethed as he started becoming increasingly more irritated, running his hand down his face as Bradley leaned over the counter to snatch a piece of bacon. “Bye Frank—I can’t help you, don’t call me.”

“Jacob wa—!” He’d hung up before your father could get another word in.

“Hey so your dad’s looking for you” Jake teased as if you hadn’t been sitting there the entire time. “Should call him, thinks you’re dead.”

“Thanks shit for brains I’ll log that away on my not to do list shall I?” Dot coughing on a mouthful of her oats had you turning all your attention back to her. “Oh, careful sweetheart, can’t have you choking huh.”

“Franks a piece of work Bradshaw, don’t ever let that piece of shit near these two if he ever comes sniffing around.” For a moment there the lovable brother act Jake had been fronting for the last few weeks had faded and something a little more serious had tested its ugly head. The protective best friend had come to the party—Bradley hadn’t seen this look in Hakes eyes since the night he’d first met you. “He’s a deadbeat.”

“Noted.”

“More mumma, pwease?” Odette cooed as she tried to take the spoon from your hand, you let her with careful guidance. Watching her like a Hawk as she took a spoonful to her mouth.

“I remember this one time we were living out of car, uncle Nick had kicked us out and we couldn’t find anyone else to take us in.” Your eyes never left your daughter as Jake and Bradley both listened intently. Both leaning on the island bench as they picked bits and pieces. “My older brother’s were sleeping at friends' places but me and my younger sisters, the twins—got stuck trying to sleep in the backseat when Frank pulled over in the middle of the night.” Looking up you saw the faces of two of the most influential men in your life staring back at you like you were some damsel in distress. You were, but still, it didn’t leave a good taste behind in your mouth when all you’d ever know was the opposite of love.

“He told me to take the girls and sit on the curb and he’d be right back—I think I was seven at the time, few hours later and we’re still sitting on the sidewalk, Lila’s head was burning up and she’s hysterical.” Bradley felt like he couldn’t breathe listening to you open up about your childhood. He wanted to call your father back right now just to tell him off. “I didn’t know what to do—so I ran down the street, Lila under one arm and Georgia under the other trying to flag down help.” It honestly felt like a lifetime ago but at the same time you could still smell the snow in the air and hear Lila’s painful screams. “It would’ve been easier scorning crack then a ride to the clinic—but I finally made it on foot, they said Lila had a fever of one hundred and four and that if I hadn’t brought her in, who would’ve known what had happened in a few more hours.”

“Y/n—“ Bradley reached out to grip your hand, you held his back a little tighter, pressing your lips together to stop your bottom lip from quivering.

“I didn’t find Frank till a few days later, first thing he asked me? How much money I had on me.” You looked at Bradley as he took in everything you had just told him. “I wish I could say that was the only time too but it was only the beginning—“

“I think deadbeats an understatement Jacob.” You couldn’t help but to smile, Jake just groaned as he stood up, slapping Bradley across the back of the head. “Not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again you hear me?” Soft lips were pressing against your forehead before Rooster was turning around to point a stirn finger at Jake who’d backed off slightly. “Hit me again, see what happens pal.”

“You’re wearing my pants in my house! I’ll hit you all I goddamn want.”

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Tags: @a-serene-place-to-be @lilyevanswhore @thescarletknight2014 @blindedbythelightt t @averyhotchner @emma8895eb @blairfox94

#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #top gun bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x y/n #top gun hangman fanfiction

[journeytothewestresearch]

DnD and Taoism

My friend @digitalagepulao recently told me about the "Heroes' Feast" from Dungeons & Dragons.

This reminded me of the Xingchu (行厨, "Traveling Canteen or Mobile Kitchen") from circa 4th-century CE Taoist literature. Immortals can summon this spirit cookery to feed guests with celestial food:

Another indication that the [immortal cultivator]’s alternative cuisine featured marvelous and exotic ingredients is the curious business of the “traveling canteen,” “mobile kitchen,” or cuisines de voyage (as xingchu 行厨 has been variously rendered), a sumptuous banquet of delicacies served up by spirits anywhere on command to those who know how to summon it. The ability to summon the traveling canteen allowed for easy procurement of distant, rare foodstuffs. In Traditions [of Divine Transcendents] we read that the adept Li Gen “could sit down and cause the traveling canteen to arrive, and with it could serve twenty guests. All the dishes were finely prepared, and all of them contained strange and marvelous foods from the four directions, not things that were locally available.” In the hagiography of Wang Yuan and Ma gu (Maid Ma) we read: When they were both seated, they called for the traveling canteen. The servings were piled up on gold platters and in jade cups without limit. There were rare delicacies, many of them made from flowers and fruits, and their fragrance permeated the air inside [their host Cai Jing’s home] and out. When the meat was sliced and served, [in flavor] it resembled broiled mo, and was announced as kirin meat (Campany, 2002, p. 29).

This could be an interesting alternative for anyone who has set their DnD campaign in a world inspired by Asian fantasy.

Source:

Campany, R. F. (2002). To Live as Long as Heaven and Earth: A Translation and Study of Ge Hong’s Traditions of Divine Transcendents. United Kingdom: University of California Press.

[I have attached a PDF of the book above. But a weird glitch has made all the Fs in words with double Fs disappear (e.g. "o er" instead of "offer"). Please keep this in mind.]

#dungeons and dragons #D&D #DnD #Taoism #Daoism #magic #cooking #Asian fantasy #Heroes' Feast #Journey to the West #JTTW #Lego Monkie Kid #LMK

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #4: The Hybrids

Amongst the trees and bushes near and in the town of Spielzeit, one thing many will surely find are bugs. Love them or hate them, they are a part of Spielzeit's ecosystem. But, there are two bugs that might get under your skin.

The Hybrids, Käferhund and Käferkatze, are two cryptids said to frequent the so-called "Fruit Basket" area of Spielzeit. Those who come to the fruit trees to try and get their fill may encounter these two creepy crawlies.

Käferhund is claimed to be around 8-10 feet long, with fur a deep shade of blue, and the face of a common pug. The big distinction? According to eyewitnesses, it has the body of a centipede, and the proportionate speed to boot.

Käferkatze, on the otherhand, is said to be relatively small, about the size of a human infant. It is said to be a cat with yellow and black fur, small insectoid wings, and a long stinger, estimated to be about 2 feet long.

Both are claimed to be highly territorial about the fruit trees, and most of the time are seen together, working in tandem. One witness was local baker Annie Puntz, who said she saw both of the Hybrids feasting upon the cherry tree she had been growing for some time.

"It was time for them to be picked. I was going to make my special cherry danishes that everyone loves. I go to the Fruit Basket and there, in my tree, I see these two weird things moving around. I had a rake on me, and I was ready to get those things out, but then I got a closer look and I just stood there in shock. It was a dog and cat, but they were wrong! So incredibly wrong. And they were just chowing down on my cherries! They most likely heard my shriek, because they turned to look at me. As soon as they did, I hightailed it out of there! Never got those fresh cherries, had to settle for maraschinos."

Ranger Angelo Floros, upon recieving many complaints about pests in the Fruit Basket, made a search throughout the entire area.

"I frequent the Fruit Basket a lot, and this is the first time I've heard of any 'hybrids' munching on everyone's fruit. My team and I looked in every tree, some squirrels, sure, but no weird, bug things. But, in any case, please be prepared when going to the Fruit Basket, bring repellent, a rake, anything that could ward off unwanted animal life. But remember, don't harm any of them. Happy picking!"

Are there hybrid bug-mammals lurking in Spielzeit's fruit trees? Maybe. Do you believe?

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #cryptid au #cryptids of spielzeit #cryptids #cryptozoology #hybrids #pj pug a pillar #cat bee #don't go into the woods #do you believe

[anulithots]

Welcome, non-plant beings, to the Land of the Fallen Fairies (and my Jujutsu Kaisen hyperfixation)

Please send asks to LotFF characters, it'd be fun to answer, thanks <3

I promise you won't be told a story with an answer, with some "here's how I fixed my life & the journey it took to get there" I promise that there won't be a "hope to get better" which makes now feel so stark in contrast. I promise I wont make it seem simple or linear or a sudden "aha moment" to make things suddenly seem clear.

What I promise is a story, to the best of my ability, where there are no weeds to pull. no seeds to plant, no fruits to pick. The garden will grow and die, change & cycle back to the beginning. And through it all, in this moment with the dappled sun reflecting off the dew, the weeds in a thick blanket, forgotten fruit as a feast for the birds - we are wild and it is beautiful, no matter how much they want a cultivated, perfectly trimmed and oh-so-stale-garden.

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TL;DR - I'm currently in a Jujutsu Kaisen hyperfixation, and I my main WIP is the Land of the Fallen Fairies. I also have a biology fanfiction and a teddy bear nightmare warrior story on the side. And I like being asked about character analysis, whether that be my own characters or any character from this list

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How the fae/faer/faerself pronouns work

Open to tag games and asks and... literally anything.

Name's Noor/Noorie btw. Closeted genderfluid and aspec (queer platonic/split attraction model... or whatever this is). Pronouns are they/them, it/its and anything fancy.

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Each of the subsections leads to masterposts for everything! (The intro post got waaayyy tooo long)

The Land of the Fallen Fairies.

A nature-themed commentary on the pursuit of happiness and fixing yourself to deserve that happiness, told by an overthinking, unreliable, houseplant narrator.

Zine

Uquiz

TW: self-hatred, suicidal thoughts, and self-deprecation.

Anuli's story collection.

Anuli's (and my) favorite stories from around tumblr

Jujutsu Kaisen Hyperfixation

As the name suggests, I am hyperfixated. I have also written essays analyzing these characters. Be very afraid. And/or come suffer with me /pos

Also also, for those who don't want to see any JJK smut, this blog should be safe for you! <3 I ship Satosugu but in a... transcend labels, queer platonic flavor sort of way. And I flipflop on itafushi. Either way they are soul mates and transcend labels. Found family dynamics and everlasting friendships/comfort people are peak fiction for me.

Tumblr's houseplant garden.

Growing a garden of houseplants based off this weird thing called existence, "planted" by others from tumblr.

Fantasy Frog and Toad

A story about two princes cursed to be a frog and toad because they couldn't decide on whether to be self-determined and individualistic, or be traditional and family oriented, because why can't you be both?

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Tagging system

#jjk <-- I reblog stuff without tags, so everything of mine that's jjk related will have this tag

#the land of the fallen fairies <-- everything related to the land of the fallen fairies (following this one would be a good idea if you want random updates, or you can join the tag list <3)

#the land of the fallen fairies worldbuilding <-- the worldbuilding!

#Anuli the dryad <-- Anuli the dryad

#Kamari the dryad <-- Kamari the dryad

#the High Protector <-- Kamari's subplot. Recommended to start here.

#feelings are weird <--- random snippets of my rollercoaster of a spiral

#Anuli's favorite stories <-- Stories that I and Anuli like. (Give or take, Anuli faerself has a slightly different taste than I do... but here's the tag)

#plant posting <-- whenever I talk about houseplants

#Noorie listens to songs on loop <-- My inconsistent music taste (you get iphone piano ballads... just saying)

#Noorie infodumps. Be very afraid. <--- My rambling tag

#How to read a tree <-- I have this book. And a brain full of worldbuilding shenanigans.

#anuli the dryad #the land of the fallen fairies #take care of yourself #dryads #creative writing #oc story #fiction #anuli quote #writeblr #oc stuff #i don't trust the tags #Anuli's favorite stories #the tumblr houseplant seires #fantasy frog and toad #feelings are weird #the High Protector #Kamari the dryad #kamari the dryad #Anuli the dryad #the high protector #Noorie listens to songs on loop #the land of the fallen fairies worldbuilding #how to read a tree #Noorie infodumps. Be very afraid

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 05 - Baicha]

Warnings: cute & wholesome moments, Yoongi plays the guitar, just him being complete husband material, the slow burn in this chapter is killing me, a plottwist :O

Wordcount: 10.8k

a/n: writing this story is like therapy, i feel so content with every sentence

Today will be a good day. You received a call from Namjoon’s wife this morning, telling you that they were planning on doing a barbeque later today and that they want you there. You said yes instantly and ever since then the day had been nothing but wonderful. Work in the garden felt easy to do and you ate a light salad to truly keep your stomach empty for later.

Barbeques at the Kim brothers’ place are always a blast. They are there, as are the Jeon brothers, Hoseok will be there with Mickey and Jimin will make sure to bring some cupcakes with him. You will bring some tea for when the night’s colder and together your group of friends will have an amazing late summer night on the Kim brothers' farm.

You were really hoping that they would be planning a barbeque again this summer, as they are always the most fun to have.

You leave the cottage at around four, after having told Levi to take good care of it and making sure his bowls are filled up.

“Oh?” you hear a voice behind you.

You turn around, meeting Yoongi who was in the middle of ringing your door bell. There he is. The man who made you look like a complete fool just two nights ago.

“Oh Yoongi? Hey”, you say, fumbling with your hair nervously, “what brings you here?”

“I uh…wanted to pick you up.”

“Pick me up?” you study him from head to toe. He is wearing a white linen shirt today with red stripes. It hangs over beige pants which he combined with a pair of black Birkenstocks. He looks so handsome that you feel your heart flutter at the view.

“Yeah, Sooyoung called me and told me that they are having a barbeque and that you would be there too, so I thought I’d pick you up so we could go there together.”

“Oh? They invited you too?” you exclaim and giggle, “wow, the day became even better now that you’re there too.”

He blushes vividly, lowering his eyes. This just took three hundred damage on his heart and sanity. He will be swooning over it for the next five business days, thank you very much.

“Just wait here, I’ll get my bike and then we can go”, you say, skipping off to your shed.

Yoongi waits in the meantime, looking at the impressive flowerbeds which are framing your entrance path. They are wildflower beds, showing of an array of bright colours and humming in the bees and bumblebees feasting on the sweet flowers. Your grape plants are in full fruit, framing your door and soaking the air with a sweet scent. Yoongi inhales deeply and hums in contentment.

“Nice smell”, he mumbles.

“The grapes?” you ask him, having appeared next to him with your bike.

“Yeah”, he says, “they smell really sweet.”

“Yeah right?” you agree and then pick a handful of the dark purple fruit, “try them. I don’t use any pesticides so they’re good to eat.”

Yoongi tries them with a shy thank you, widening his eyes at the incredibly sweet taste.

“Wow, those are the sweetest grapes I have ever tasted”, he gasps, chewing deliciously.

“Yeah, right? It’s from all the sun they’re getting here. I love it when they bear fruit, I always start off my day by standing underneath them and snacking on a few grapes. It makes me feel so good.”

“I can see that, they are so yummy.”

“Here. Take some, you can snack on them as we drive”, you say, ripping off two big bundles to place them each in your bikes’ baskets.

“That wasn’t necessary.”

“No please, I insist. It’s the least I can do for the mess up last time we met.”

“Mess up?”

“Yeah uhm”, you sneak a glance at his lips, “you know”, you say, pointing at your own lips.

“Oh that”, Yoongi widens his eyes, “it’s fine, I was just..haha”, he laughs nervously, scratching the side of his neck, “it was my fault. I was being weird and nervous, I just...haha, sorry.”

“No it’s good. I just read the situation wrong.”

“No you didn’t, I was just nervous. I don’t know why I pulled away.”

“Ah, so uhm. Ah okay, so uhm…we’re still...you know, good?”

Yoongi nods his head and grins.

“Okay phew”, you exhale in a huff of air, “well then I’m glad.”

“Me too”, he says.

You and him exchange a look, having to look away in giddiness just seconds later. So he doesn’t see you as just a friend. You guys are still very much going strong. Oh, what a relief.

“So you’re ready for all those hills?” you ask him.

“Not at all”, he says, making you laugh.

The two of you climb on top of your bikes and then begin your journey to the Kim brothers' farm. Like always with Yoongi you go slow, enjoying the scenery while making sure he doesn’t die of exhaustion. It’s endearing because even on the little incline which separates your cottage from his’, he is huffing and puffing.

“You really have the worst stamina, don’t you?” you tease him.

“No I don’t, I just hate hills”, he defends himself.

“Ah of course, it’s the hills.”

“Yeah they are”, he insists with his lips in an adorable pout.

You pass by his cottage. You inspect it from far away. He kept the upstairs windows open, but locked all the ones on the ground floor. His flower beds look in better shape than they did last time you looked at his cottage.

“You cut the roses?” you ask him.

“I did. It was the easiest task to do today, before I had to leave. I didn’t want to start something big, which I would have had to pause in the middle of it. I cut all the dead branches. I hope they grow back tenser now.”

“I’m sure they will. I always tell Levi. You have to cut back your plants if you want them to really grow.”

“You seem to know a lot about gardening.”

“Yeah, I do. It’s basically all I do next to making tea”, you say and laugh.

“That’s great. It’s a good life.”

“Yeah, it’s the best”, you agree, having to smile.

The first hill is climbed after some struggle. You take a short break on top of it, looking down at your cottage and Yoongi’s. You like that view. Colourful splotches of your gardens on the green and brown canvas of the surrounding landscape. It looks so very nice.

“You have to give me a tour of your garden one day”, Yoongi says then, sounding very out of breath.

“You would want that?” you gasp, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

He nods his head.

“Wow, of course I can give you a tour. But tell me when because then I will make ice cream and we can eat it under the birch trees. I have a little pond there and some chairs. It’s a really nice place and I like to argue that I’m making the best ice cream ever.”

“I’m sure you do. I’m looking forward to it”, he says, giving you a smile.

You retort it and then you already turn to speed off into the distance.

Yoongi follows you after calling your name and mumbling about “how fast you are” to himself. He catches up with you on the decline of the third hill, announcing himself by ringing his little bell.

You look to your right, meeting his gaze and feeling the need to smile. It is truly peculiar, you look at Yoongi and feel so happy to see him that you always feel like smiling.

“You’re finally here?” you tease him to which he rolls his eyes.

“It’s not my fault that you are speeding. You’re worse than Hobi”, he teases back.

“Okay, good Sir you take that back. I am not worse than Hobi”, you complain in a laugh.

“Never, you’re worse.”

“Wow, so mean.”

You pass by Misses Kang looking out her window. She greets you by screaming your names and then almost toppling out the window by waving way too enthusiastically.

“Careful Misses Kang, you’ll fall”, Yoongi calls back.

“Oh you two! I will go to the temple today and pray for your long relationship!” she tells you.

“Thank you, this means a lot”, you tell her, sending colour to Yoongi’s cheeks.

You also meet the old Mister Choi. Like always around this time of the day, he is napping in his rocking chair, but lifts his head upon hearing the distinct jingle of your bells.

He stands up hurriedly to lift his hat and wave with it.

“Where are ya going?” he asks you.

“The Kim brothers, we’re having a barbeque”, Yoongi answers him.

“Well, that’s splendid. I met the young Mister Park too, not too long ago. Said he’s on his way to them too. Tell them my blessings.”

“We will, thank you Mister Choi.”

You and Yoongi speed off afterwards, taking the sharp turn safely. You look at him. He notices and sneaks a glance at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, touching his cheek in case some insect decided to land on him.

“I just thought about how shy you were in the beginning”, you say and smile, “and now look at you, you’re part of our village.”

Yoongi’s lips curl into a fond smile, his cheeks become rosy.

“I’m glad I am. I love it here.”

“Yeah right? It’s the best place to live.”

“It is. Now race, whoever reaches the valley last has to do ten push ups”, he says and then speeds off.

“Min Yoongi!” you gasp, “give me a warning first! This is unfair!”

His loud cackling is the only thing you get.

“Just you wait”, you murmur, furrowing your brows in seriousness.

You end up winning, solely because Yoongi miscalculated just how insane you are on your bike. He was so sure that he would win until suddenly you sped past him like a maniac, screaming about how you are the queen of this race and making him eat the dust of your wheels.

“What the hell ___?” he says once he reaches you in the valley.

You cackle, doing a little victory dance, “I won, you can’t beat me. I am the queen of the world.”

“Yeah and a total maniac. I literally thought you’d fall.”

“Me too”, you snicker, “I was so scared that I’d eat dust, but I didn’t. You did”, you point at him, wiggling your hips, “now do the push ups.”

“Are you serious? Here? But it’s so dirty”, he whines, earning himself a fond roll of your eyes.

“Fine, but I will get my push ups. Now come, we’re already running late and I don’t want to miss out on Sooyoung’s mimosas.”

You drive next to each other, taking up the entire earthen field path. People drive here rarely – even if it is the only road leading to the faraway city – but it seems that once you have found your way into this valley with its sparkling river, endless fields and cozy mountain villages, one doesn’t really feel the need to escape again. That is why the paths are still earthen and the air isn’t tense in fumes. People rarely leave this place.

“Do you sometimes miss the city life?” you ask Yoongi.

He looks at you, studying your features.

“Why should I when I’m here with you?” he answers you, sending heat to your cheeks.

“Yoongi, dear”, you gasp, “what the hell, that came outta nowhere.”

“Sorry”, he mumbles, blushing vividly.

This is the first time he so obviously flirted with you and you are a mess because of it. You stifle a giggle and decide to look at the path ahead instead. You can already see the Kim brothers’ bridge as a little dot on the horizon. You are still far away enough that you can’t make out their flags, but you are sure that they are as colourful as they always are.

“I do miss ordering takeout”, Yoongi says then, calling your attention.

“Yeah, I get that”, you laugh, “it’s so exhausting sometimes to always have to cook.”

“Yeah, totally”, he chuckles, “but it’s alright. It’s so easy to sleep here. The city’s always noisy.”

“Agreed and it’s even better to live here now. Did you hear?” you look at his side profile, “Hobi said that his village is finally getting a supermarket. Which means we don’t have to take the bus to the city anymore.”

“I know, he told me on Wednesday. I’m so looking forward to it.”

“Me too. We gotta go there together once it’s done.”

“Totally”, Yoongi nods enthusiastically, sending flutters through your stomach.

The two of you have finally reached the bridge. You look up as you drive over it. You were right. The flags are as colourful as ever.

It’s not long anymore. Small garlands of lights are guiding your way, painting the path in a golden hue. You are sure that Taehyung was the one who wrapped them around the fences. He always says that it is to make sure that people don’t get lost on their way to their farm.

“They did proper work here”, Yoongi says.

“Yeah right? It’s so pretty here”, you agree, sighing in contentment.

And for the rest of your short ride, you let the lights guide your way.

“Guys! Finally you’re here”, it is Taehyung who greets you with a bright smile, holding the door open for you.

“Hey Tae. How are you?” you ask him, entering his farm house with Yoongi following close by.

You both leave your shoes on after Taehyung tells you that they have to clean up tomorrow either way because of Namjoon running around the ground floor in his stable boots.

“Awesome”, he grins, “y’all were the only ones missin’. We’re waitin’ on you with the mimosas.”

“Oh dear we’re sorry. If we knew you were waiting we would have pedalled faster”, you say, but Taehyung dismisses you with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t cha worry”, he says, “Junghyun’s tellin’ stories so we havin’ lotta fun.”

Taehyung leads you through his house, catching you up on all the stories Jungkook’s brother has been telling up until now. You both listen intently, making your little “ooh”s and “aah”s whenever Taehyung is telling an especially thrilling part.

The others greet you with happy smiles and big grins and just moments later you all share Sooyoung’s mimosas, listening to Junghyun’s stories until Jimin interrupts the moment with a little.

“Okay but, am I the only one really hungry already?”

To which all of you agree that indeed you were also hungry. Seokjin leaves to get the grill ready, Jungkook and Yoongi soon follow after him, chatting about their own barbeque experiences. You leave with Sooyoung and Mia (Seokjin’s wife and total comedian just like him) to work on all the side dishes and after finishing his mimosa, Jimin follows too. The rest of your little gang stays behind, setting up the table in the hay stables. And yes, Taehyung is the official garland decorator of the evening.

Once the side dishes group returns with the finished dishes, the hay stable is lit up beautifully. Mixed with the sweet scent of dried hay and the moment is enough to make everyone smile.

The barbeque group soon returns as well. Part of it at least. Jungkook sits down next to his older brother, asking him if he wants another beer and if he should get it for him. Seokjin sits down next to his wife, placing his hand on her thigh and giving her a little cheek kiss before asking her if she is happy to which she retorts that she couldn’t be any happier.

“Hey Kook.”

Jungkook turns to you, “yes, noona?”

“Where’s Yoongi?”

“Oh, he’ll be here soon. He wanted to stay behind and watch the fire.”

“Ah, I see. Thanks.”

Jungkook gives you a cute grin and then continues talking to Junghyun. He stays turned to you however, signalling you that you were more than welcome to join their conversation. You end up doing exactly that, soon finding yourself lost in too many tales and stories.

It is Jimin once again who interrupts the moment.

“Okay but where is Yoongi and when’s the meat finally done?”

“You are right”, Hoseok says, “where is Yoongi?”

They all look at you simultaneously. You stop mid-sip, setting your (third) glass of fruit punch down gently.

“Why are you all looking at me?” you ask them.

“Do you know where Yoongi went?” Jimin asks.

“How should I know?”

“I mean, you are his girlfriend after all, maybe you and him share some sort of telekinesis.”

Yes, your heart just sped up uncontrollably and yes you are currently swooning inside. No you will not let it show.

“I’ll just go looking for him”, you say and get up.

You leave but not before telling Namjoon to stop eating the gimbap or else he won’t have space for the meat.

The others soon return to their conversation, but not before having one talk about just how adorable you and Yoongi are together and that you complement each other perfectly.

You spot Yoongi outside at the back of the hay stable. Seokjin set up his barbeque station there, as it was safe from wind and the view was amazing too. Just hundred yards from you, behind a meadow of flowers and high grasses, the river was winding its way past you, framed by big willows and giving your ears a free concert of frogs and crickets.

Yoongi is standing by the grill, looking at the view with his hands on his hips and his tummy sticking out as he arches his back slightly.

"Hey."

Yoongi turns, meeting your gaze.

"Oh, ___ hey", he says, fixing his posture "what's up?" 

"Nothing much, just checking up on you because you've been gone for a while.”

“I know, sorry. It’s so beautiful here. I just wanted to look at it.”

“I know, it really is”, you agree and lift your glasses into view, “I also got you some fruit punch.”

“Wow thanks”, he says, accepting the glass with a grateful smile. He sets his lips against the glass and takes a big sip, “mhm, very fruity.”

“Yeah, right? Mia makes the best fruit punch. It’s always so sweet.”

“It is. I like it a lot”, he agrees and after taking one more sip, he sets the glass down on the little wooden table beside him. He has his grilling tools on there as well and the meat is waiting to be grilled in a safe container. 

“So how long are you still gonna miss from the party?” you ask him.

"Not for long, I just wanna make sure the heat's right." 

You round the grill, claiming the spot right next to him. He sneaks a quick glance at you.

"It looks good to me", you say, counting the red glowing coal. 

You have counted seven pieces when Yoongi talks again. 

"Yeah, we're getting there”, he says, “you know, the most important thing to a good barbeque is patience." 

"Really?" 

"Mh-hm", he nods his head in a way that makes his hair bounce up and down. 

You watch him with delight. It’s so nice to listen to him talk about stuff.

"And why's that?" you ask him.

"Well, uhm", he says and furrows his brows as he thinks, "because the meat will taste better", he decides and nods his head, "if you get the heat just right and then let the meat cook slowly, it will really show off its flavour and juiciness. That’s what makes the barbeque really yummy."

"Aah I see", you say and hum in agreement, "you sound as if you have lots of experience."

"I do. I, uhm", he studies your features for just a second, "I had lots of barbeques in my past", he says. 

"I see, I see", you say, looking back at the coal, "well, then we can be glad to have you here tonight. You know, Seokjin normally does the grilling and he's amazing at it, but I’m excited for how your cooking will taste."

"God, now I’m nervous", he confesses and laughs.

"Why?" 

"I don't want to disappoint."

"No, trust me. You won’t", you assure him, giving him a smile. 

He retorts it, before feeling shy and looking back at the grill. He stretches his hand to it, checking the temperature.

"And?" you ask him.

"Perfect, the meat will be done in no time." 

“Oh that’s great. Now I’m happy I came outside when I did. I can watch you put it on now and maybe learn a few things", you say. 

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, but other than that stays silent. He is too concentrated on hanging the meat just right. 

"Come, I’ll help you”, you offer, setting down your glass. 

“Oh? Thanks”, he murmurs.

So you and Yoongi work together at putting on the well marinated piece of meat on the grill. You click the button for the spinning mechanism to turn on and Yoongi is the one closing the lid. 

You high five each other afterwards, holding hands for only a second too long while looking at each other’s lips. His lips are so pretty. Gosh, how pretty they really are.

"So uhm", he pulls away with glowing cheeks, "that'll take some time now."

You blink quickly. Have you been staring? You have. That’s so embarrassing.

"Some time?” you clear your terribly dry throat, “oh dear and I’m already so hungry."

“Same, but don’t worry. It’s gonna be so worth it.”

“I trust it will.”

You stay by the grill for a while, sipping on your fruit punch and listening to the crickets. It is truly so peculiar. You couldn’t imagine anyone with whom you would want to share silence with more than Yoongi and yet you feel so nervous when you and him don’t talk. Is it because you like him so much that silence feels so nerve wrecking?

Luckily for you, Yoongi breaks it for you.

"The crickets are so loud."

"Yeah, right? It’s such a soothing sound."

"Agreed. Although I have to say, it took some time getting used to for me. I hated them at first because they were so loud."

"Aren't you used to noise? You lived in the city."

He laughs, "I did, but I weirdly enough didn’t hear the traffic anymore. I think it'd annoy me so much these days though."

"Mhm, same. I like the silence." 

You don’t say a lot after that, except for the time Yoongi checked up on the meat and you asked him how it was looking to which he told you that it was looking great. 

Yoongi glances at you after a while.

“Do you want to walk to the river?” he asks shyly, hoping with all his heart that you would say yes.

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not. I’m sure it’s beautiful.”

“I’m sure it is. Okay, let’s go.”

Yoongi lets you take his hand and then lead him down the stairs and over the meadow. The glass of fruit punch you both forget on the table, feeling too busy with holding each others’ hands to really care about how empty your other hand felt.

You inhale deeply, closing your eyes for just a moment. Hay, night dew and grass cooling down after a warm day.

“I love that smell”, you say.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and exhales.

“It’s nice”, he says.

“Yes, so nice. I think hay is one of the best scents ever.”

“Mhm yeah, it’s very good. It reminds me of summer.”

“Yes, me too”, you agree and draw closer to him.

You like that. You like holding his hand and being close to him and walking over a flower meadow in the bright full moon with him.

The frogs become louder the closer to the river you get and the crickets, hidden in the high grasses, give their concerts all around you. You can also hear the faint cracking of your feet stepping on the high grasses and the soft sighs of them whenever they brush along your legs.

Yoongi’s hand feels so right to hold. Big and clearly strong. His palms are a little rough, most definitely from all the renovations he has been doing. Despite that, he holds you with softness, with tenderness and care. Holding hands with Yoongi is truly the greatest thing you have ever done.

“I like that”, you tell him softly.

“What do you like?”

“Holding your hand. It feels nice.”

Yoongi gives you a soft squeeze, “yes, it does.”

“I’m sure you must be so thrilled right now.”

“W-what do, do you mean?” he gasps, gawking at you with widened eyes.

“Because you love holding hands”, you explain and giggle.

“Ah that”, he seems to relax. He chuckles, “you’re so mean, don’t tease me. I never should have told you."

“I’m not. I think you’re adorable.”

“Oh”, he blushes. Even in the moonlight you can see that he is blushing, “thanks”, he whispers, averting his gaze away from you. He feels so giddy whenever you compliment him. Oh, Yoongi is currently bursting with happiness.

You soon encounter a big tree on your journey. It has fallen over during a storm, resting across the meadow as if it has always been part of it. Droplets of night dew are sitting on the dark moss, glimmering in the moonlight and strands of delicate grass are growing all around the stump, making it part of the meadow.

“Careful now, the moss is slippery”, Yoongi tells you, holding your hand oh so tightly as you climb over the fallen tree.

“I’m really good at climbing over things”, you tell him proudly, jumping down on the other side with a tiny grunt.

You turn to Yoongi, holding his hand tightly as he begins his climb.

“Are”, a grunt as he gets up on the tree, “you?”

“Yep, I am. I’m really proud of it because I couldn’t even properly walk after the accident and these days I’m climbing over stuff. It feels so good.”

Yoongi looks down at you and smiles, “I’m happy you can and I’m proud. You worked so hard."

"I really did and there were times where I wanted to give up, but I didn’t and I’m glad I didn’t."

"Me too. I – oh oops, ah”, he swallows whatever he wanted to say now that he clumsily slipped and is screaming for his life.

“Careful”, you gasp, catching him safely with your hands on his waist and his arms around your neck.

Yoongi lands on his feet with a low thump, stumbling into your body so close your noses are actually touching. 

Your body lights up in fireworks in an instant. Your hands tug him oh so incredibly close in instinct.

“Oh dear”, you laugh, craning your neck to look at him better, “are you okay?”

Yoongi gawks at you with big eyes and glowing cheeks, “I’m okay”, he whispers, trying his hardest not to look at your lips. He should, but can’t, pull his arms away. He feels your touch, feels with what strength you hold him. His knees are so weak because of it, his heart does somersaults in his chest.

You feel it too. Just how strong the urge to kiss him is, just how good it feels to hold his waist, just how unbearable the threads between your hearts seem to try to tug you closer. Closer and closer. The tug is oh so strong. So, so strong. Closer and closer.

“It’s so funny”, Yoongi says and lowers his head, “I’m telling you to be careful and then I’m the one slipping on the moss.”

You swallow heavily, aching. Why did he pull away again? What’s with him?

“Yeah, uhm”, you force a smile to your lips, “just glad I was there to catch you.”

Yoongi lifts his head, locking eyes with you. He notices the disappointment in them, feeling his stomach twist in guilt.

“Sorry”, he whispers.

“No it’s…” you falter, “actually, I’m sorry too. I should have asked, I don’t know why I’m always just going for it.”

“Don’t, I’m just…” he stays silent for a while. It makes you wonder what he is thinking about that makes him falter oh so much.

“Am I assuming here?” you ask him.

“What?”

“Have I been making a complete fool of myself for days now while you are trying desperately to find the best possible way to friendzone me?”

“Friendzone you?”

“Yeah. Good god, I’m actually gonna say it”, you say and take a deep breath, “I think you’ve already figured out that much, but someone is very much into you”, you say and point at your own face, “I’m that someone.”

Yoongi lowers his head.

“I don’t want to friendzone you”, he whispers, “I like you too.”

“Yeah? Oh wow, that’s such a relief to hear”, you say and laugh.

Yoongi laughs and nods his head, crossing his arms behind your neck. The movement reminds you just how close you and him actually are. Your stomachs are touching, his waist is between your hands, your noses are so close to brush against each other again. 

The butterflies in your stomach begin fluttering like crazy. You are so close and he likes you. This is the best night ever.

“So uhm”, you begin, tracing his sides slowly and sending shivers down his spine, “can I maybe kiss you?”

Yoongi looks at your lips and lets out a shy chuckle. He lowers his head.

“I’m nervous”, he whispers.

“Me too. You'd be the first boy I'd kiss after the accident”, you confess, moving closer just enough that your nose brushes against his cheek.

He gasps, looking at you with shy eyes.

“I, I don’t want to, to take advantage of you”, he confesses with his voice barely audible.

“You won’t. I want it”, you assure him.

“Really?”

“Yeah”, you laugh, “why’d you think I’ve been trying to kiss you for days now?”

He lowers his gaze again, “I guess. Sorry, I’m a mess.”

“It’s alright”, you whisper, “you’re cute.”

He blushes, "you think so?"

"Yes, I do. You’re really cute", you say, abandoning one of his sides to cup his cheek instead. 

Maybe your eyes are deceiving you, but it seems that only for a second Yoongi is leaning into your touch.

"So cute that I wanna kiss you like crazy", you breathe, dancing your thumb over his lips.

He sighs, switches his shy gaze between the ground and your eyes. He can barely even keep up eye contact for a second and then he already breaks it again. 

Yoongi gasps when you finally move closer. His knees are so wobbly that he feels like collapsing any second. His heart is racing so much that it gets hard to breathe. Truly, the only thing still keeping him standing is your strong, safe hand on his waist, feeling like electrifying fire on his skin.

“So uhm”, you whisper, tilting your head to the side while your eyes become droopier and droopier the closer you get.

Yoongi lets out a soft sigh and closes his eyes. He can’t stop it anymore. The feelings in his chest are too much. He has to let it happen. It will ruin him otherwise. He licks over his lips once to wet them and then finally moves in closer too.

“Noona, hyung. Oh dear- ah crap.”

You and Yoongi flinch away from each other, turning your heads to the intruder.

Jungkook is staring at you with big eyes.

“I, I didn’t see what, what you were d-doing”, he stutters, “I, I just wanted to tell you that, that the meat’s finished.”

You exchange a shy look with Yoongi. He seems devastated.

“Sure, thanks for telling us”, you mumble, trying very hard not to curse at Jungkook right here and there.

You just want to kiss Yoongi! Is this too much to ask?

“Okay sorry uh yeah you’re welcome and also sorry. Sorry, bye”, Jungkook babbles and then turns to literally sprint down the meadow back to the others.

“So uhm”, you look at Yoongi, “that just happened.”

You both know. The magical moment is ruined and you both feel too shy to initiate it again.

“Yeah, right”, he agrees and breaks away from you, “I think we should go back. You said you’re hungry.”

“I am”, you say and huff out air, “goddamn it Yoongi, are we ever gonna kiss?”

He chuckles and intertwines his fingers with yours. 

They are all gawking at you as you enter the stables. Hoseok even wiggles his brows at you. But other than that they don’t say a lot, offering you some of the food as an apology for interrupting your precious time.

You find yourselves outside once the dinner is finished. Sitting by the bonfire Seokjin lit with Yoongi’s help and drinking fruit punch.

"Can anyone here play the guitar?" Jungkook asks.

Nobody answers. Like every time your little group has a barbeque. Jungkook bring his guitar only to fail miserably. It has been like this for years.

"Hyung", Taehyung says, tapping Yoongi’s shoulder.

"Yeah?" 

"Aren't you a music producer?" 

"Yes?" 

"Wooah you are?" 

"What the hell that’s so cool!"

"Who is the most famous person you met?" 

The others seem thrilled to find out this fact about their newest friend. They are all staring at him with sparkling eyes and a big grin. 

"I don't meet my clients. I just uhm, talk to their management through mails. It’s the easiest that way", Yoongi explains shyly, fumbling with his thumbs. 

"Wow that’s so cool", Jimin says, "so you basically know all the celebrities?"

Yoongi shakes his head, "I barely know anyone."

"Aah", Jimin lets out and nods his head in understanding, "but who's the most famous person you worked for? Tell us."

Yoongi shifts on his chair, looking rather uncomfortable. He scratches the side of his neck, sneaking a glance at you. 

"Guys stop it", you speak up, "I'm sure he can’t talk about that. You know how secret you have to be with celebrities."

"Ooooh", the others gasp in unison, widening their eyes as if you had just told them the secret existence of aliens.

"Is that right?" Hoseok says, "can you not talk about it?" 

Yoongi nods his head, "I try not to."

"Wooow", they gasp again.

"Wow hyung you’re so cool. You like a secret agent or somthin", Namjoon says.

"I guess", Yoongi mumbles with his cheeks burning up.

"So does that mean you can make music?" Jungkook asks to which Yoongi gives him a shy nod, "and can you play the guitar?" 

"Maybe, I’m not good at it." 

"Okay you have to play", Taehyung insists, picking up Jungkook's guitar to press it into the hands of Yoongi. 

Yoongi gawks at it and blushes. 

"I'm really not good", he insists. 

"Doesn’t matter, play us something", Taehyung stresses. 

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you. You seem mesmerised by him. With a racing heart, he decides to play. 

It's just two notes and the others are already ooing and aaing about it. 

"So good!"

"Wow, so talented!"

Yoongi lowers his head and tries to blend them out. Music will always be his safe space. It’s no different tonight. Soon he can’t hear anything else except the song he is playing.

You watch him in awe, feeling butterflies dance in your stomach. So Yoongi can play the guitar. You should have figured that he can and yet it surprises you in the best way possible. 

He seems so lost in the music, so entirely at peace with himself. The melody is familiar to your ears. It’s one of the pop songs which have been playing on the radio on most days. 

It feels so special to listen to, because you know for a fact that it played on most Tuesdays whenever he visited. Perhaps you are making things up, but it almost seems as if he picked out this song because of your tea shop. 

You sigh and rest your chin on top of your hands. He sounds so nice when he plays. 

Yoongi knows exactly why he picked out this song. The reason is currently gazing at him as if his face was the prettiest artwork. He has been thinking about this song for days now. He calls it his Tuesday song, his tea shop song, his ___ song. It makes him think of you and somehow you were the first thing popping into his mind when he started playing. 

He finishes it with a perfect note, lifting his head upon hearing the applause. 

"That was amazing!"

"You are so talented hyung!" 

"This was the best!"

Your friends are praising him passionately. Seokjin even goes so far as to give Yoongi a brotherly pat on the back. 

But Yoongi only looks at you. He loves the reaction of the others, but it is your reaction which really counts for him.

“That was so good. Wow, I have goosebumps. Look”, you say, showing him your arm.

Yoongi is melting. So you liked it.

“Thank you”, he murmurs and lowers his gaze.

"Another one, give us more", Junghyun asks to which the others agree with nods of their heads.

With confidence in his chest and a tingling stomach, he starts a new song. It’s a song, which he has known for years. It has been with him through a lot and he wants you to hear it.

“Oh I know this song”, Seokjin exclaims and begins singing the lyrics.

“Ah right, that’s the song. I knew it was familiar”, Jimin says and then joins in.

Yoongi lifts his head, watching in awe as one by one you all seem to join in. Jimin and Jungkook and his brother have their arms around each others’ shoulders as they harmonise. Namjoon and Sooyoung are holding hands, looking at each other as they serenade each other. Seokjin is so lost in the music that he doesn’t even notice at first when Taehyung takes his hand to hold and then sway from side to side. Hoseok has his phone out, filming the moment with sparkling eyes. And you? You are looking at Yoongi with a smile.

He smiles and begins singing as well.

So this is how it feels to connect over music.

Yoongi plays another song after that and soon that song turns into countless songs and a night filled with singing and laughter.

You leave far, far into the night. Seokjin offered Yoongi, Jimin and you a lift home. One you all accepted gladly as driving uphill in the middle of the night sounded like torture to all of you. Jimin took the passenger seat while you and Yoongi decided to get comfortable on the hood of the truck.

So now tugged under a blanket and with another blanket under your heads as a makeshift pillow you are looking out into the endless night sky while from the opened windows a faint melody from the radio reaches your ears.

You can hear the distant chatter of Seokjin and Jimin, but the purring of the truck is loud enough to distort their conversation into inaudible mumbling. You don’t mind that you can’t hear them. They have their own conversation and you have Yoongi with you.

“This evening was epic”, you break the silence.

“Yes, it was.”

“I didn’t even know that you could play the guitar.”

“Yeah, I taught it to myself years ago.”

“That’s so cool. You play so well.”

“Thanks”, he murmurs and blushes.

You look at him, “what instruments do you play?”

“Just the guitar and the piano.”

“Woah, that’s so cool. You are so talented.”

“No, I’m really not. I just do it because it feels right to do.”

He makes you smile. You settle back with a content sigh.

“That’s good to hear. It’s a nice reason to want to do something”, you say, “I bet it’s really useful for your job too.”

“I guess”, he murmurs quietly.

You sneak a glance at him.

"You don’t like to talk about your work, do you?" you ask him.

"Not really." 

"Is it because you actually have sworn some oath of secrecy?" you joke and giggle.

When Yoongi doesn’t laugh with you however, you stop, looking at him with widened eyes. 

"Wait, did you really?" 

He shakes his head, "I just don’t want to define myself as my job anymore."

"Anymore?"

"I did. For the longest time, I was work and work was me. I don’t want to be that person anymore. That person ruined a lot of good relationships and hurt the people I care about. He was selfish and I hate him." 

"I see”, you murmur, “if it helps, I think you’re very far from that person.”

When Yoongi doesn’t say anything you look at him, meeting his just slightly glassy gaze.

“You really think so?” he whispers.

You nod your head, “you’re sweet and you take time for everyone you meet or who needs your help. I can see that you do and that people feel comfortable in your presence. And I think that that’s far from how you tell me you were in the past.”

His fingers intertwine with yours then. Under the blanket and so tightly that you wonder if he decided to never let you go again.

“Thank you”, the words are barely audible, but carry great meaning. You can’t figure out what the exact meaning was, but you feel that with those two words Yoongi is thanking you for something grande, something that seems to bring tears to his eyes and for his fingers to clasp you oh so tightly.

“Don’t mention it. I mean it”, you tell him, caressing his knuckles with your thumb, “also, if it helps. I think your job is really cool. You get to create something out of nothing and that’s wonderful." 

"You do that too."

"What?" you laugh, "no, I don’t? I just make tea."

"Yeah exactly. You make tea and with it create feelings." 

You snort, furrowing your brows at him.

"If I wanna be relaxed I'll order something with lavender or chamomile. I wanna be happy? I damn well should order Hobi's oolong. I wanna feel refreshed? I'll just get an iced tea. You make feelings and moods with your tea and that’s wonderful in my eyes." 

Yoongi gasps when you fall against him in a tight hug. Your arms are around his waist, your cheek is squished against his shoulder. 

"Thank you", you whisper, squeezing him, “that’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about my tea. Thank you.”

Yoongi falters for just a second, looking at you with widened eyes. With a fluttering heart, he places his arm around you, rubbing your arm softly. 

“I mean it.”

You nod your head in understanding, “thank you”, your voice is barely there, but filled with gratitude.

You think the moon is brighter all of a sudden, as if Yoongi gave the night a certain magical glow to it. You can see the rice fields and the cut down wheat fields, which appear a bluish white under the moonlight. Even the mountains, far far away, are visible to your eyes, standing against the dark sky as even darker shadows.

"I had a burnout", he murmurs into the silence.

"Huh?" you lift your head just enough that you can glance at his face.

"That's another reason why I hate talking about my work. I know many people have a burnout and I’m not special", he laughs painfully.

"No, don’t say that. I haven’t met someone who had a burnout before. You’re not ordinary."

"Thanks, I guess", he murmurs.

"Did work make you have it?" 

"Yes, it did. I worked day in and out, without ever taking a break. And one day I woke up and couldn’t get up anymore. I physically couldn’t get up anymore. I knew that technically I should have been able to, but I just couldn’t. I slept it off that day, blamed it on the sleeping pills I took the night before." 

He scoffs. 

"Next day I thought I was better and went to work again, only to pass out right in front of my studio."

"No", you gasp, "that sounds awful."

"It was. Passing out isn’t fun. Next thing I know is I'm in the hospital, strapped to some machines and the doctors telling me that I had a major burnout and that I'm highly malnourished and dried out and that I was lucky for passing out when I did."

"Gosh, I’m sorry." 

"Yeah, well…" he lowers his head and scoffs, "shit, I’m sorry. I know you’re probably thinking that I’m such a crybaby. You were in an actual accident and here I am, whining about working too much." 

"No, don’t say that. I'm not like that. I would never want someone to feel as if their bad stuff is less bad compared to mine." 

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you. He smiles softly, using the back of his hand to caress your cheek.

"You're so sweet ___, do you know that?" he whispers. 

"You're sweet too", you say, feeling your cheeks burn up, "gosh, now I’m getting shy", you confess and giggle, hiding your face in his chest. 

Yoongi smiles to himself, settling back against the truck with you in his arms. It sways from side to side, humming its mechanical song as it drives along the endless path back home. 

"I'm glad you were here today", you break the silence, moving your head in a way that would allow you to look at the stars.

High above your heads they are the only roof keeping you covered. Tonight is such a clear night that you can see every single star in the universe. You wonder just how long it would take you to count all of them.

"Me too. I really loved today", Yoongi speaks softly. 

"You always have to come to our barbeques from now on." 

"If you want me there, I’ll gladly come."

"Of course I want you there", you sneak a glance up at him. 

You can see his soft cheeks and his chin and his pouty lips and how nicely his button nose sits on his face. You can also see how his eyes are fixed on the stars and how every now and then they are blinking slowly. 

"I'm always so happy when you’re somewhere too", you confess. 

Yoongi visibly flusters, looking at you through the corners of his eyes.

"Me too", he whispers then hides his face behind his hand, "urgh god, now I’m getting shy."

You giggle, nuzzling into him. 

"Sorry, I know this was so cringeworthy to say, but I just wanted to tell you. I really like spending time with you."

"Me too, ___", he whispers, closing his arm around you. 

"Mhm nice", you sigh dreamily, "I'm a little cold, but it’s nice because we are sharing warmth."

"Yes, it’s so nice. I was really chilly too."

"It's crazy just how cold the nights can get, isn’t it? The days are always so hot and then at night you almost freeze your booty off."

He chuckles and agrees with a nod of his head. 

"But that’s nice. Don’t you think?" 

"Yes, it’s so nice", he says and caresses your arm.

You sigh happily and close your eyes. The truck sways so nicely, lulling you into relaxation. Yoongi smells nice. You can confidently say that he does now. This is the first time that you are close enough to him to actually smell his cologne and you like it a lot. It feels so weirdly familiar to you. Just like a lot of things with Yoongi. Oh so familiar, as if you had smelled his scent a million times before. You wonder if that is because he is supposed to be your other half. Maybe that is how it feels when you meet someone who is just right for you. That must be it. You found him and now you can confidently say that you like how he smells.

He also gives nice hugs. 

And his body feels nice against yours. Not in a weird, creepy way, but in a snuggly, comforting way. It’s really, really nice to hold someone that way. 

You probably did so before in your previous life, at least you hope you did, but you have no memory of it. It’s so very nice to experience it right now. 

"Did you know that there are entire galaxies out there?" Yoongi breaks the silence. 

"Mhm?" you hum, realising just how sleepy you became when his voice actually startles you.

"Did I just wake you?" Yoongi gasps. 

"No, I was pretty close though." 

"Sorry, then I'll keep my astronomy facts to myself", he whispers extra carefully.

"No, please tell me. It wouldn’t be good if I fell asleep on a truck right now." 

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, tell me all the star facts you have." 

“Okay so. Did you know that most stars you see are actually bigger than our sun?”

“Really?”

Yoongi nods his head, “they’re just really far away so they appear really small in comparison to our sun, but if you’d put them next to each other, the sun would look like a little dot next to them.”

“Wow, that’s so crazy to imagine. The sun’s so big and you’re telling me that stars are bigger?”

“Yep, they are.”

“Wow, so cool”, you whisper, “do you know how many stars there are? I think there are millions and millions of stars.”

“Probably, but I heard that we can only really see around three thousand on a clear and moonless night.”

“Only three thousand? I don’t believe that. Look at how many there are.”

“Yeah right?” he agrees, “I don’t believe that fact either. I think that there are at least three million stars in the universe.”

You nod your head, “I think so too. Maybe even four.”

“Yeah, maybe even four.”

You sigh happily as you try to find patterns in the starry sky. Every now and then one of the stars twinkles as if it was trying to greet you from far, far away.

“Do you know why stars twinkle?” you ask him.

“It’s actually not the star that twinkles, but it’s because the light has to go through our atmosphere. The atmosphere has different layers of density and because of that the light sorta bounces off of it and that makes the stars twinkle. If you’d be outside our atmosphere stars don’t twinkle.”

“Woah, you actually know?” you gasp, making him chuckle shyly.

“Yeah, I fell down a rabbit hole one night and looked up so many star facts.”

“That’s so cool”, settling closer into him, “thank you, Yoongi. I learned so much right now." 

"I watched videos about them, that’s how I know." 

"And I learned from you, that’s so cool." 

"Yeah, it’s pretty cool", he says and grins. 

You yawn, making Yoongi yawn right with you.

"You're getting me sleepy too", he says mid yawn, smacking his lips afterwards.

"Sorry, I know. It’s just that this is so relaxing."

"Right? The truck's swaying so much."

"Yeah and it’s nice to cuddle." 

Yoongi sneaks a shy glance at you, realising that you have your eyes closed. He feels so giddy about the aspect of you labelling what you and him are doing as cuddling. 

"I like cuddling. Do you think that I did it in my old life too?" you say.

"Yes."

"Yeah? You’re sure about it?" 

"Yes, I’m sure you did lots of it."

You giggle, "gosh, I kinda wanna know if you’re really right", you look up at him, "who do you think I cuddled with?" 

"Probably someone who loved you with all their heart", he says, looking at your lips.

"Oh dear", you have to look away in giddiness.

"And someone who would have picked the stars for you if you only you'd asked", he whispers. 

"Okay now you’re just being silly", you say and laugh. 

Yoongi stays silent. 

"It doesn’t matter though, because I'm here now and I have my amazing life here and I have you and if someone really loved me so much that they would have picked the stars for me, then they would still be here, but they're not and that’s okay."

Yoongi tightens his arm around you, "I guess you’re right."

"It's really okay, you know? I wouldn’t want to give up this life even if it that meant I could go back in time and gain back my memories." 

"Mhm."

"What's wrong? You really don’t like it when I talk about what happened to me, do you?"

"It just…it… it makes me sad", he confesses. 

"Don't be, I’m not sad about it, so I forbid you to be sad in my stead." 

Yoongi chuckles, "fine, I’ll try not to be sad." 

"Good", you say and giggle, "gosh sorry Yoongi, let's not talk about it anymore. Do you have another star fact for me?" 

"I don't think I do. I already told you all of them", he says, making you chuckle. 

Everything he says makes you want to smile and laugh and be happy. He is so funny and nice and every word he speaks sounds like sweet honey to you. Listening to him makes you so, so happy.

"That's okay too. Then let’s just enjoy the silence", you mumble and snuggle closer, closing your eyes.

"Yeah okay, silence is nice too", he says quietly.

You open your eyes again when Seokjin bangs his hands on the truck.

Dizzy and confused, you sit up. Yoongi looks just as confused.

“Did you guys fall asleep right now?” Seokjin asks and laughs.

“Yeah, I guess”, your murmur, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

Seokjin laughs and then begins unloading your bikes.

“Well either way, we here and you guys gotta go”, he says, putting down Yoongi’s bike.

“I guess we do, damn Seokjin your truck’s amazing to nap on”, you say, holding his hand as he helps you get off.

“Don’t tell Tae that or he’ll feel encouraged to keep nappin’.”

You snicker, “I won’t tell.”

Seokjin helps Yoongi too, holding his hand tightly because the poor man is so droopy that Seokjin fears he might slip and fall if he wasn’t holding him.

“Thanks hyung”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Course, you guys go to sleep now. See you ‘round.”

“Yeah, see you soon. Thank you for the invite”, Yoongi says.

“Sure, I’m just glad you guys could come. We gotta do that again very soon.”

“Most definitely”, you agree.

Seokjin rounds the truck and gets back inside. He sticks his head outside and gives you a wave of his hand.

“Good night, you guys.”

“Good night”, you say, waving back.

Jimin sticks his head out as well, giving you a beaming smile.

“Sleep tight, you guys. See you Monday”, he says.

“See you, Jiminie.”

The truck drives off afterwards, purring quietly as it climbs the hill.

You turn to Yoongi once it disappears behind the hill. He is holding his bike, using it to keep up right.

“So we are basically old people”, you say and laugh.

His eyes, once focused on the hill, flit to you.

“Why? Cause we fell asleep?”

You nod your head, giggling so sweetly that Yoongi has to smile.

“I guess, we are”, he says.  

You exchange a shy look. It makes you so nervous to look at him after what you just did. Falling asleep while cuddling. It feels like something so impossible to do now that there was distance between you and him again. Were you really that brave back then? And where is that bravery now that you are truly alone?

“So uhm, I guess we have to say goodbye now?” you say, fumbling with the handle of your bike.

“I guess”, Yoongi says, touching the side of his neck.

“I will, uhm…” you abandon your bike and step closer, placing your hand on his chest.

It’s now or never. You can’t go yet another night without a kiss. It would probably ruin you.

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, looking at your lips with widened eyes.

"We're alone so I thought we could try again", you explain your reasoning.

"I, I see."

You move closer and Yoongi stays, even tilting his head to the side just slightly. It makes your body tingle and your heart flutter. Oh it’s actually happening.

Your eyes flutter close. Then. 

“Wait”, he presses out and pulls back.

“Hm?” you blink rapidly, “did you not want me to kiss you?”

“No uhm”, he exhales shakily, cupping your face, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while I just-“, he begins trembling, “-I have to show you something.”

“Show me something? What could be more important right now than kissing under the moonlight?”

“Trust me, you’d want to know”, he says and takes your hand to lead you up the path to his cottage.

You abandon your bikes in his garden for now. You’ll get them later.

Yoongi unlocks his door, still holding your hand.

“Is this your way of seducing me?” you joke and giggle.

“Ha”, he laughs nervously, shaking his head.

“Well now I’m curious. Do you want to show me your lamps?”

“No, uhm you’ll see.”

He leads you inside, watching you shyly as you look around for a bit. The floors were all new, dark wood with a perfectly done polish. The walls were finished too, all the holes and cracks have been filled out and plastered over and a dark blue paintjob makes them look brand new. It was surprisingly well furnished too. Wood, all of them tainted in a dark brown. The living room was the first room you enter upon leaving your shoes by the door. A spacious couch invites you to relax and in one corner of the room a brown piano was waiting to be used. It was a little lighter in colour than the rest of the cottage, giving it a feeling of importance against all the other pieces of furniture. It must be important to Yoongi and well loved as well, judging by the cracks in the leather of his piano stool. He must have spent many hours in front of it, creating melodies which once hadn’t existed on this earth. The living room also housed a fireplace, red brick. It was turned off right now, but you can imagine how lovely it must be to snuggle up in front of it in the cold winter months.

“Ooh Yoongi it’s looking so cozy here”, you gasp, “wow I must say I’m impressed, I really didn’t think you would be so far already.”

“Yeah, uhm thank you. It’s still really unfinished upstairs.”

“Well, given that you’ve only been living here since April, I must say it’s still very impressive how far you are. Is the entire lower floor done already?”

He nods his head, fidgeting from one foot to the other.

“May I see?”

“Uhm…”

“Sorry, gosh I’m overstepping my welcome aren’t I?”

“No i-it’s not that, I just-“, he hesitates, studying your features, “___ I need to tell you something.”

“Okay? What is it?” you laugh, “gosh, you’re being so serious right now.”

“Please stay here, I’m going to get something.”

“Alright, do that”, you say, watching him hurry upstairs.

You furrow your brows, “he’s so weird all of a sudden”, you murmur.

You turn to the piano then, closing the distance between you and the instrument and opening the cover. The piano keys are wiped cleaned and yet there were imprints of time on some. You smile, playing the keys on which the marks of his fingers were the most prominent. It is wonderful to think that there are notes which sound sweeter than others to Yoongi.

The man of the hour clears his throat behind you, startling slightly.

“Oh!” you turn around, face heating up, “sorry I was just looking.”

“It’s fine”, he assures you.

Your eyes flit to the envelope in his fingers. He is fumbling with it and if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, his fingers were shaking the slightest bit.

“What’s that in your hand?” you ask him.

He lowers his eyes to it, twisting and turning it a few times. He takes a deep breath.

“Oh god”, he says and gulps audibly, “I’m gonna throw up.”

“What’s going on?”

He exhales loudly, bending forward, “okay, okay I can do this. Fuck”, his voice cuts off again as he coughs in nervousness.

He is worrying you deeply. You have never seen Yoongi so nervous. He looks close to passing out. His face is as pale as snow and his eyes are glassy.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

Yoongi straightens up, shaking his head, “no. I uh, shit”, he exhales shakily, “___ I have to show you something. Please don’t hate me”, he chokes out, handing you the envelope.

“Yoongi don’t scare me, what the hell”, you murmur, staring at the blank envelope, “what am I going to see inside?”

You look into his eyes. He seems scared.

“Proof that I’m a bloody coward.”

“Okay?”

You look at the envelope again, reaching for the flap and opening it slowly. You pull a card free.

“Save the date”, you read and chuckle, “you’re not asking me to be your plus one on someone’s wedding, are you?”

He stays silent, biting on his thumb so harshly that he can already taste blood on his tongue. He should stop, but he can’t.

You open it.

You know now how a heart attack must feel like. How it must feel like to be punched so hard into the stomach that you can’t breathe.

“What the fuck is that?” you choke out, stomach twisting painfully.

You are staring back at yourself. You and Yoongi, holding hands and smiling for the picture. Your names are written next to the picture and one single date in early spring. It was dated nine years back.

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi chokes out with tears streaming down his face and his hand thrown over his mouth.

Your eyes meet.

“Is this some sick joke?”

“I’m sorry”, he sobs.

“What is this Yoongi?”

“I should have told you sooner.”

“What is this?!” you screech, shaking him by his shoulder, “what is this Yoongi?! Who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m sorry ___, I’m so fucking sorry”, he presses out and sobs, reaching for you to hold you but you shake him off. No, you push him away so hard that he stumbles and almost falls to the ground.

“Don’t come near me”, you spit.

Yoongi sobs squeakily, sinking into himself.

“This, this invitation what the fuck is this? Why am I on there? Why are you on there? Why is it dated nine years ago?”

“You married me on that day, that’s our wedding invitation. You chose the font”, he croaks.

“Holy fuck”, you stumble back, dropping the invitation, “you’re….my husband?”

“I’m sorry”, he croaks falling to his knees, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why would you do that to me? Why would you lie about knowing me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Holy fuck I think I’m going to be sick”, you say, bending forward and gagging. Your eyes flit to the invitation and your smiling faces, “jesus fucking christ, holy fuck, fucking shit.”

“Please don’t hate me, I-I never wanted you any harm”, he pleads, folding his hands in front of his chest.

“You lied to me!” you scream, making him flinch, “you acted as if you didn’t know me while we, we had fuck knows how many years of memories! How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry”, he sobs.

“You knew about the accident, didn’t you?”

He says nothing.

“Didn’t you?!” you yell.

Yoongi flinches and nods his head, whimpering painfully.

You were wrong. This right here feels like you imagine a heart attack to feel like. True and utter betrayal feels like a heart attack.

“Holy fuck, you’re a psycho”, you choke out, stumbling back.

“No please don’t say that”, he begs, hiding his face behind his hands, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner but, but I was so scared that you’d hate me. I’m so sorry.”

You look at him. He seems broken and filled with honest regret. You can see that the guilt is pushing him down onto the floor, keeping him there with a painful grip around his neck. You can really see that and yet you can’t find it in your heart to forgive him.

“Don’t ever contact me again and don’t you dare come anywhere near me or my friends ever again”, you press out with your voice shaking in rage.

“I’m sorry”, he wails, raising his head only to see the door close behind you as you disappear into the night.​

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Kit Tanthalos x OC

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Chapter 16

Apparently Jade is Scorpia’s sister. They start preparing a Feast. I look around, it's crazy. We get different clothes too.

I walk with Kit. Around us Bone reavers are Dancing.

J: That’s different. No stupid gowns. We can be us.

She smiles and grabs my Hand. We go and Stand by a Tree. when Boorman steps next to us.

B: You were ok with me getting Killed ?

J: Oh, please. The look on her face told me she wouldn’t Kill you. Maybe hurt you but kill you ? Nah. You have some sort of backstory.

B: I told you, everything would be all right. I have a plan.

S: Slaves of Galladoorn, conscripts of Nockmaar, outlaws of the Wildwood.

They start Cheering.

S: All we have ever wanted is our Freedom. That our Children would not live in Fear. They’d serve no master, Daikini or Troll or Crone. We have no Barrier to hide behind, no Army to defend us. All we have is the fear that our masks evoke, the determination to survive and Each other.

She grabs Jade's hand. I smile.

S: Today after Two hundred Moons, my sister has come Home.

They cheer for her.

S: She grew up in Tir Asleen, was fed lies about us and about herself.

Ok that makes me kinda sad

S: But tonight she is reborn bathed in the Love of her Family and the Values that we still fight for. Freedom, rebellion, passion, and Joy. To the break of Dawn !

They cheer. Then they give around Bowls with something inside. I look at Scorpia who nods.

K: What is it ?

B: I don’t know. Delicious-looking Fruit. Live a little.

He eats his and walks off. I look at Kit shrug and we both eat ours. It really tastes Weird.

J: That’s interesting.

We both laugh. The bone reavers start dancing. I start a drinking battle with one of the Bone reavers and when he falls off his Chair I win. The others cheer and Kit hugs me from behind. When I see Graydon without a beard I start Laughing.

J: Hey Baby face looking good.

He looks away Embarrassed. Me and Kit start dancing. My hand on her Waist, hers around my Neck. I see Jade on the side and pull Kit with me to her.

J: Hey.

K: How you feeling ?

Ja: Weird, but good. What about you ?

J: Also, weird.

Ja: That's Truth plums for you, I guess.

K: Those are what Plums ?

Ja: The truth plums.

J: Those fruits that were given to us ?

Ja: Once you eat them, it’s Impossible to be anything but totally honest.

K: Oh, right. We didn’t know that.

J: Guess now we do.

We nod.

K: So now you’re a …

Ja: Yeah. I guess. Still can’t quite believe it.

We chuckle.

Ja: Why did Sorsha lie to me ?

K: Maybe she thought she was protecting you.

Ja: Did you know ?

J,K: No.

K: But I suspected.

Ja: And you didn’t tell me.

J: Or me ?

K: Well, what was I supposed to say ? That I have a funny feeling that you might, in fact, be the very thing you vowed to destroy ? At best you would’ve thought I was Crazy and at worst it would’ve broken your heart.

Ja: Well, you’re certainly the expert on breaking hearts.

She walks off.

K: Jade, wait.

J: Why didn’t you tell me ?

K: You would have sentenced me Mad. 

J: You’re right. I’ll be right back ok ?

She nods. 

K: I need to think anyway.

J: Come to me when you’re finished Ok ?

She nods. I give her a kiss and walk after Jade.

J: Jade.

Ja: Don’t ..

J: I won’t protect her about that. She hurt your feelings. 

Ja: Did you think that too ?

J: No. I knew you were Different yes. But … That no. I’m happy for you.

She hugs me.

J: She’ll apologise.

Ja: Hopefully not now.

J: Nah. She lets you be angry for a time. She’ll come around.

She nods.

J: Wanna be alone ?

Ja: Yep.

I nod and go sit down. Someone sits down next to me. Toth.

J: Hi.

He hands me a beer.

T: You’re a feisty one.

I chuckle and take a sip. 

J: Nah I’m just protecting what's mine.

T: ‘S the princess your Wife ?

J: Not yet.

T: What are you waiting for ? She’s already Pregnant.

J: I dunno. The Right moment. ‘S not like we have many options out here.

T: You are here. And we throw mad Parties.

I look at him.

J: You would …

S: We have a Officiant.

I flinch and look at Scorpia.

J: Uh … I would in a Second but not Today. Todays about Jade.

She smiles. 

S: You’re good friends.

J: It’s also not up to me.

I take a look around for Kit. Who is currently talking to Jade. I smile.

T: What are you waiting for ?

S: Ask her. The worst thing she can do is say No. But considering how you look at each other.

I look in my Cup. Drain the rest and get up.

J: Ok I can do that. 

 I start walking then turn around.

J: Nope. 

Toth puts a hand on my shoulder.

T: Do it Kiddo or I will carry you to her.

 I start walking again. Kit and Jade look at me.

J: Hi. You good again ?

Jade nods.

J: Good. 

I turn to Kit.

J: Can we talk ?

She nods.

J: Alone.

Jade gets the message and leaves.

K: Is something wrong ?

J: No. God no. Uh … wow that is harder than I thought …

K: Jane ?

She lays a hand on my shoulder.

J: Will you Marry me ?

She looks at me confused.

K: Uh … you already asked me that ?

J: I mean tomorrow ? Like officially. Here.

She raises her eyebrows.

J: It’s Ok if you say No. I mean we’re in a Hurry and it’s not the best Timing and …

She kisses me. Then she leans her forehead against mine.

K: Yes.

I look at her.

J: Really ?

K: Yes Really.

I kiss her again. After a few hours. In which we danced, ate and had fun. The first retreat to their tents. Kit Yawns. 

B: Tired already ?

She nods.

S: I’ll show you your Tent.

We stand up and follow her.

S: This one’s yours. Sleep well.

J: You too.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

[phantombanquet]

SR Masquerade Dress Epel Personal Card Story “A really famous restaurant!” Part 2

City of Flowers - Topsy-Turvy Event Hall

Malleus: Is this the right place to lay this?

Epel: Y-Yes...

ZAP!

Stall Owner: Did you just float the truck to carry everything all at once...

As expected, magic is real great.

Epel: No, only Malleus can do this kind of thing...

Stall Owner: Anyway, thanks, you two! I was really saved!

Malleus: However... If you open the wooden crate and look inside, there are a few apples that were damaged.

Was it carried incorrectly? I apologize for that.

Stall Owner: The scrape probably happened while the truck was moving, so it's not your fault.

And this is nothin' to worry about. Right, Epel?

Malleus: Is that so?

Epel: Yes. When it comes to eating it raw or using the entire apple for candy, you can't sell it, but...

At uncle's stall, he sells candy that are made from processing the apples, so a few scratches is no problem.

Malleus: I understand. So it's not just disposed despite being scratched, correct?

Epel: We can't waste them! The apples from Harveston are super delicious.

Stall Owner: That's right. The stalls now are mostly selling apple candy arranged for the City of Flowers.

Epel: Ah, you're right. The menu is full of pictures of sweets I haven't seen before.

This pound cake is shaped like the Bell of Salvation. And also... Is this a pie? It kinda looks weird.

Stall Owner: The theme for the City of Flowers festival is “topsy-turvy”, right? That's why the pie's crust and filling were reversed.

Epel: So you mean that the filling made from the apples is wrapped around the pie crust? That arrangement method is amazing!

Malleus: It is quite well-made. The other apple candies appear very interesting as well.

Stall Owner: Ah, right, I should thank you for helpin' me out. I'll treat you two to apple candy from Harveston.

Epel: But, uncle, you still have to make apple candies for the festival, right?

You can leave it to me to thank Malleus-san. Thanks to the truck being carried here, I still have lots of time left.

Stall Owner: I feel bad, but... Well, I'll leave it to you then. Use the cooking utensils and seasonings as you like.

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Epel: It's ready! They're not like the fancy looking sweets that uncle sells at his stall but...

Malleus: It smells pleasant... Did you bake these apples?

Epel: Yes, I baked the thickly sliced apples in lots of butter.

Please try it together with vanilla icing on the side... It's really good!

Malleus: Is that so. I'll have a bite. (He starts eating)

...I see, this is good. You can enjoy the taste and also the texture of the fresh fruit.

Epel: Actually, these baked apples were made using the scratched apples from earlier. It doesn't feel wrong, right?

Malleus: Ah, thanks to the baking, I could not recognize it. Indeed, I now understand why you said it was no problem.

Epel: The people of Harveston are used to eating delicious leftover apples without wasting them.

They've been recently selling apple juice...

In the festivals at Harveston, there's a whole line of food stalls that serve even more authentic pies and apples.

They're even tastier than my simple dish... I want Malleus-san to try them one day, maybe?

Malleus: I see, it's in Harveston, correct? I'll remember it.

Epel: ...Ah! I just noticed a lot of time passed by already. I have to get back soon.

Malleus: I will also return to my group. This became quite a feast.

Epel: Thank you so much as well!

City of Flowers

Epel: T-Thank you for waiting! It's been 30 minutes, did I end up being late...?

Azul: No, you were not. There's still 30 seconds before the promised meeting time, so it's no problem.

Epel: I can't believe you were even counting the seconds... I would've been in big trouble if I arrived late...!

Azul: Oh? (Azul starts sniffing Epel)

Epel: Uhmm, is there something wrong?

Azul: No... It's just that I could smell the nice, elegant fragrance of apples from Epel-san's body.

There weren't any stalls selling apples on the route we took. Where did you eat?

Epel: Fufu, there was a little situation that happened.

Deuce: A situation? That's a shame.

Or maybe you found a hidden famous restaurant?

Epel: Famous restaurant... Yes, it was a really famous restaurant! But, it's almost time for the meeting, so I don't have time to talk about it right now.

I'll explain how really amazing the restaurant is to you two when everything settles down.

Because after that... There'll be plenty of time to enjoy this exchange meeting!

END!

Link to Part 1

#twisted wonderland #twst translation #glorious masquerade #epel felmier #malleus draconia #deuce spade #azul ashengrotto #phantombanquet #phantombanquet twst

[crehador]

how are we halfway through the season again it’s true what they say time flies like the wind and fruit flies like bananas

anyway winter 2023 mid-season thoughts:

nier and uniteup aren’t quite at the halfway mark yet due to their hiatuses (which were thankfully short, looks like no one is getting fucked like isekai ojisan this season knock on wood)

no new thoughts on nier since 3-ep ruling since lol it’s still at its third episode, but finally coming back this week! hype

uniteup is still adorable, though i’m starting to notice more immersion-breaking moments of the voice actors just... really sounding like they’re reading off a script

which is honestly kind of cute to me? they’re all very new of course and it’ll be nice to see them grow and improve as they get more work (well... if they get more work)

technoroid is shocking still the better idol anime of the season, though as i suspected it does struggle a bit to hold the perfect balance between its idol plot and its human/android tensions plot. they did a really phenomenal job of striking this balance at first, but the idol stuff has fallen by the wayside a little imo

it’s like if you’re going to do both you’ll need to do both well enough to justify having both, which technoroid is... still more or less accomplishing! i do wish we had a bit more idol stuff, but i can’t imagine how they would be able to do that without making the other themes suffer, so i think overall they’re doing as well as they can

that’s only for new idol seasons though because idolish7 is back from hiatus hell and continues to be the best idol series, like, of all time basically

trigun stampede is... well... i can’t say i’ve completed come around to it. i don’t so much mind that there are changes, it was always billed as a re-imagining after all, but so many of the changes (most of them, in fact) just make no damn sense to me

i’m not even a manga purist or anything, like yeah that’s my favorite version of canon but i do also love the og anime a lot even in how it deviates from the manga (i even like the og anime ending! so i’m really not like grrr grrr nothing can change from the manga grrr it just... doesn’t feel like these stampede changes are reasonable)

stampede is of course a gorgeous show and i’m loving the visual feast, also gotta give props for the crybaby livio flashback scene because that was quite literally everything i could have wanted

SINS I STILL HAVE NOT AND WILL NEVER FORGIVE: MILLY ERASURE. AND THEY TURNED?? MY WIFE??? ELENDIRA??? INTO A CHILD FOR SOME REASON?????? WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT WTF

anyway i will continue to enjoy the visual feast and otherwise keep my expectations so low that they are buried in the ground, my only hope is please please please let legato be as unhinged about knives as he is in manga canon do NOT take this away from us gays we need it

fumetsu s2 is still good but ngl kinda losing me, i’m just sad enough already that i don’t really need this lol

blue lock is coming up on its first season ending, and no it hasn’t held the high quality of its earliest episodes, but i still personally find it to be an incredibly good adaptation. hoping s2 will be announced quickly so i can continue watching with my dearest

high card is still in the strongly okayish category in terms of quality, wihch puts it above ooyukiumi no kaina... and it pains me to say that because kaina had such a strong start, but i don’t feel like it’s actually done anything all that interesting with its very cool worldbuilding

or, rather, i guess i’m just not into what they are doing. it’s fine and all, but i’m not feeling invested in the characters. worldbuilding is still dope as hell though

tsurune remains gorgeous and... kind of baffling in terms of vibe lmao like what the hell happened in the novels because i’m so sure it’s not as sanitized as the anime, i can just feel it

even in s4 my memories and i are still in such a weird relationship with bungou stray dogs which is that i know i’ve read the manga up to this part at least, probably even farther, but the absolute most batshit things have to happen before i’m like “ohhh yeah i guess that did happen huh”

don’t remember anything else. how did kunikida even get in jail?! he’s my favorite so the fact that i forgot that makes me wonder what else i forgot lmao

tomo-chan and i guess we’re calling it ice guy are still both pretty cute, and i usually enjoy office romcoms much more than high school romcoms because hell yeah adults

but tomo-chan has a strong edge over ice guy. both these series are just in the pretty okayish category for me, but tomo-chan’s comedic beats tend to land while ice guy’s do not. ice guy has its very cute moments, and it’s so so so soothing that i’m definitely enjoying it, but its comedy (especially its comedic timing) is just not really working. very often there are sketches that go on for just waaay too long, to the point that i think ice guy may have benefited from being a half-length show like cool doji danshi

still very cute, though!

and speaking of cool doji danshi, it’s still asdkflajsdlfkj i want to PUNCH a CLOUD these idiots are so cute. eikyuu shounen, the other half-length series of the season, is still pretty enjoyable too! surprisingly, if we rule out idolish7, i think i’d actually say eikyuu shounen has the best music out of the currently airing idol anime. uniteup and technoroid are obviously better in many other ways, but the eikyuu shounen music is right up my alley

last but certainly not least, the vampire dies in no time s2 is still so fucking funny that i’d put it as a strong contender for anime of the season for me. i feel like we’re seeing a lot more of fukuma this season which is fantastic because the bits about ronaldo’s writing career are so incredibly relatable lmao

like where can i get a fukuma-san fr

#crab watches #various things #mid-season review #i'll be curious to see if my thoughts/rankings change at the end of the season #but unless something really cool happens in high card or technoroid #i think kyuushin stays on top #(well cdd also but i'm not really counting the half-length ones)

[dcviated]

@hallowleylines sent: You know, these events definitely garner more attention than really deemed necessary. Crushing melons? With your thighs? And yet it's enough people to actually consider it a challenge. It's wild, but so is Rhodes Island. Any number of people could be here for different reasons. Curiosity, companionship, a trophy, watermelons, or some weird form of delusional perversion. That's why Jester is here, if his eyes critiquing everyone's forms wasn't obvious. Still! He was told not to follow-up, which means he most certainly is going too. He has eyes for many, but there's one in mind! The horse is a cutey and... well... has no clue if she'll man-handle him for trying. No time like the present to find out!

"It's a shame, Lady Malkuth, that there's such a mess on you. You're quite effective but don't you think-" He stops and looks around. He doesn't see him. Good. "That it would be such a waste to throw away the remains? Please, sit down. Let me feast the spoils of your victory from thighs. That's the true rewa-" Oh, wait? When did Current get here? No tazing or anything of the like, just grab and... hyup! Look! He's stuck to the ceiling now for a hot minute. The snake looks... annoyed, but at least he's not angry.

"Geez, he's really intent on this. He's a bit weird but you weren't going through with it... right?" An honest question for the Kuranta. Even he can't predict her entirely still. Poor Jester though, look at him flailing and trying to pry himself down. He'll eventually figure out to just walk around... probably... or Current might just drop him. That'd amuse him right now.

Rhodes Island is the sort of social, lively place that any small event even between a couple friends is bound to end up growing wild as one person tells two, and then those people end up telling... well. Considering what happened when the bird and brat duo took up the November challenge that one time, is it any mystery that a melon crushing contest ended up drawing a similar audience? The cleanup is going to be insane. Someone's going to walk into the cafeteria and see all these destroyed melons and panic.

"So that's why they said the taste wouldn't matter... phew, I need to sit down for a bit, Anvil." A reasonably flushed Citrine mutters as he bears witness to the chaos of crushing. And. Thighs. Wow. As the venue grew in size and the assembly got bigger, the melons that had been picked up by the planners ended up being woefully inadequate.

Well. It just so happens that one melon's seeds can be grown out of control by the Draco's arts. Perfectly sized. Wonderful melons. But they taste bland. No nutritional value either. Downside of excessive application of that growth ability. And yet still messy when the toned thigh of a combat operator breaks through the rind and sends splatter everywhere to the cheers of onlookers.

It's a wonder how the judges are handling this, isn't it? Metrics are being thrown out the window as some operators devour the melons (to often disappointing reaction), some are using impressive swordplay to dice them midair after other individuals lob them sky high, while others are... enthusiastic! Yes. That's the word to use.

Enthusiastic. Malkuth embodies that to no surprise. Amusement intertwined with capable competition as her fluttering laughs and cheers for other individuals leads to what will surely be a day to remember.

The juices of shattered fruits (she's crushed at least two) drip down her legs as she hops up from one of the melon breaking thrones, allowing another entrant to test their mettle on the tougher melons. But wow, the Kuranta was dressed for the part after she was invited; short shorts putting those things on full display. It's no wonder she's attracted certain attention...

"Whehehehew! Soooo awesome! That one felt like it might actually win out. But then it was like CRUCHAH!!! Guess I need to work out a little more if I wanna keep calling myself a combat operator. Hehe. Most of my strength is... ueh?" Her musing to nobody in particular is interrupted when a familiar Sarkaz, the one from the department store, shows up. Jester. Of course she knows him! Silly guy, hangs with a Liberi, gets up to mischief. And Malkuth never seems to be around when it goes down...

"Jester!!! Are you here competing too?! Ah!... What?!? BAHAHA!" Oh no, she's not taking him seriously at all. But from her perspective this feels like some strange act out of an old movie or something? She waves her hand regardless, shooing him away like the silly guy he is. "Good grief, you are so goofy. Noo I think I'm okay, thanks! There's plenty of other melons you don't need the ones... off my legs? That's so weird hehe!" Oh! And that's when static electricity sends them up to the ceiling. Probably a good thing because the thump she would have delivered might have hurt more than the inadvertent rejection. Well. Current was here!

And, for some reason, standing here like this in front of him has her feeling much different than being around people like Jester or Iona, who was currently annihilating one of the melons. Should she feel dumb? Why though? Because she's a total mess of watermelon guts??

Wait, he can't see!!! Stupid for Malkuth to fret over that. Then why is it still... maybe it's the way the Couatl looks right now. The color of their face. And, actually, didn't he get like this with Jester before when they met? Knocking them away and getting grumbly? Puts kind of a weird feeling in her stomach, and she's not sure why it almost makes her.. happy?

Same time though. He looks ready to throw down. Lets fix that.

"Whoa, Current, are you... okay? You look kind of upset right now. Nothing was going to happen! I mean, first of all I'm pretty sure he was just being a big joker." If only. "Don't people like him just mess around? Mmn." "And. Even if he wasn't I wasn't going to let him... but... I do need to get cleaned up, huh?"

Ah. She's Thinking About Things now. And hadn't she just said that was weird? Hypocrite.

...

"Oh! Finally. There you are, Jester." Zephyr makes an appearance, or something. There's some watermelon juice on his face but not for the reason one would hope. That would be due to the hat he's wearing. Half a carved rind sitting proudly on his head. Someone jabbed paper umbrellas into it.

"Figures I couldn't find you before. Jeez. Me and some other guys are making drinks with some of the harvested melons. Hoshiguma's on her way, and we're gonna be taking shots every time she crushes a melon. You down to die tonight?"

He takes a look at the surroundings, like Current and Malkuth going off, and considers the atmosphere. Huh.

"Seems to me like you wanted someone else to do that for ya. Alright. Lets get ya down." See if some of his own wind-based arts can't yank him off- probably not.

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: jester #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: raguna #muse :: malkuth #muse :: wylan #inbox :: answered ic #verse :: arknights #where are the cameras #someone has to be recording this

[beastfury5580]

Donkey Kong Z Epilogue

Epilogue (The Shadow Alliance has been defeated and the crossover heroes saved their worlds and the lylat system combined. Everyone celebrated their victory on planet corneria  before departing back to their universes and dropping off DK and Diddy back to DK Isle so DK can put the Fruity Crystal Gem in a safe place and began his long earned rest.)

Party at Planet Corneria  - Hideki Naganuma - The Concept of Love

*On planet Corneria, every cornerian civilian even general pepper were dancing and cheering while most of them were talking and feasting on a lot of food*

Crowd: Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Diddy and Slippy: *Break dancing together* Peppy: *Inhales the ballon and talks funny* Whoooa I feel weird and tiny! *Laughs* Russ: *Laughing hysterically from peppy's voice* Crash: *Bang my hand on the table and fell over laughing* Aku Aku: -_- Falco and Sora: *Chanting go while donkey kong and Yoshi are having an eating contest* DK and Yoshi: *Eating a bunch of food as fast they can like wild animals* Koriju: Ugh, so uncivilized. *Drinks my sake and sighs* Fox. Fox: Huh? Koriju: Relax a bit, my friend, it is a party. Have some sake. Fox: Hmm...*Grabs the sake bottle, sniffs it then drinks* Roxas and Klonoa: *Talking with each other while drinking fruit punch* Dillon: *Just stood by and watch* Guntz: *Stood beside Dillon then looked over to him and ruffles his head* You were pretty cool out there man. Dillon: *Gave a thumbs up* Russ: He said you too. DK: *Enjoying all the foods from around the world* ^~^ Yoshi: Man this is all SO good. ^_^ Falco: You two nearly destroyed the whole buffet. Sora: Not even I could do that. Roxas: Even if you did that would still be impossible for you. DK: *Hoots happily and laid back with a big belly* Diddy: Okay, I'm tapped out. *Lays back then grabs some water and drinks* I've been partying hard dude. DK: Yeah I saw. Say you know what I wish? That crash could talk. Diddy: Yeah so- Wait DK!!

*The fruity crystal gem glowed as crash started glowing too*

DK: Whoops, I forgot I still had it in my hand. ^^; Crash: ...Well that didn't work. AH! *Covers my mouth then uncovers it* Crikey! I can talk now! Struth, that wishing gem really is something! James: You have very interesting friends son. Vixy: Most of them are funny too. *Giggles* Fox: They sure are. *chuckles as my face turn red from the sake* Daisuke: Rurraru.. Koriju: He's right. I think you had quite enough. Aku Aku: Great now Crash won't be able to stop talking. Crash: Are you kidding me aku? How can I? Wait hold on...g'day, mate, drongo, dinkum, yonks, noggin, furphy, barbie, chinwag, bloke, bonzer...hooroo, Shelia. Well shit, I'm full-on Aussie! Aku Aku: Welcome to the club I suppose... Spyro: You know that would explain why crash is a bandicoot, they're from Australia, and well...they have Aussie accents. DK: AH what the heck let Crash have his fun. Will probably go away once he gets back home. Diddy: So true. *Sat down as I grab a smoothie and drinks* Fox: *Looks into Koriju's face* You have icy blue mouth. Koriju: ...What? Fox: *Wheezes and laughs* Koriju: *Takes the sake away from fox* Krystal: After we finish the party we'll be going back to donkey kong's island while sora and Roxas take everyone back. Spyro: Sounds good to me. Sora: Sure no problem! DK: *Stomach rumbles* Uh oh.. Klonoa: I just realized something... where is Lucario? Lucario: *on top of a roof watching everyone* .... Yoshi: Doing the usual thing lucario does. To be fair resurrecting his planet was more than enough for him. Diddy: Most definitely. He was very pleased with that. DK: Hey Diddy.. I need help. *Stomach rumbles more* Where's the near by bathroom?? Everyone: !!

*Everyone immediately went to DK and help him up and carry him to the closest portable toilet*

Fox: You guys go ahead *hics* I'm far too drunk right now. *giggles* Vixy: *Giggles* Goodness dear you alright? Fox: Never better mom. *Giggles*

*Everyone managed to help DK sit down and immediatly shut the portable toilet door*

Diddy: Whew...man that was clo-

*A loud bomb happened inside the portable toilet*

Roxas: What was that?! Diddy: *Noticed stink stench is oozing out the cracks* Don't go next to the portable toilet what ever you do! Lucario: "Unless all of you would prefer passing out." Sora: Nope I'm good. Link: Same here.. Diddy: In that case I sure had fun. Slippy you sure know how to bust moves. *Laughs* Slippy: Yeah I'm a really good dancer, you should see me when I shake my butt whenever I taunt enemies. *Shakes my butt at diddy and laughs* ^_^ Diddy: *Laughs* Good one! Fox: *Fell asleep from the sake* Falco: I think he might have drank too much. Peppy: At Least he had fun, cause I sure have.

Next Party Song Came on - EPTM feat. Kodai of KinKieS (Booty Bronx Remix)

Falco: Welp, I got to get my boogie on! *Went to go dance* Spyro: Leave some for me! Peppy: Oh ho not me, I'm far too old now. *Chuckles* Lucario: *Teleported to the dance floor and started dancing myself* ^_^ Crash: Whoohoo there he goes! Go Lucario! Woohoo!

*Spyro, Falco, Lucario, and Crash started dancing in sync*

Diddy: *Records for memory and cheers* Krystal: *Chuckles* This is marvelous ^_^ Candy: *Knocks on the portable toilet door* DK come on, I wanna dance! DK: In a minute! *Groans as I rub my tummy* Shouldn't have ate so much.. Candy: Krystal I'm a little nervous... Krystal: About being a mother? Candy: Yes, I've never been a parent before. Krystal: Don't be. You'll be a wonderful mother and I'm sure DK would be overly protective of the baby. Candy: The thing about DK is, he's always been this...wild and carefree man and he actively agreed in us being married years ago in his 30s and after which, he's still the same as he's always been...do you think he'll change once our kid is born? Krystal: Of course I do. It happens to everyone. And soon it'll happen with me and fox too. Candy: What do you mean? *Looked to her belly then gasp* You don't mean.. Krystal: *Nods* But it's a secret. DK: *Came out of the portable toilet after washing my hands while waving my hand from the stink lines flowing in my face* Wooooo! Awe man, nobody EVER goes in there, I really destroyed that toilet. Peppy: We plan not too^^; Candy: DK! *Walks over to him* Ready? DK: Let's dance! ^_^

*Eventually everyone started dancing until the music finished and the screen went black*

Back to our worlds / Bring it in guys - SDGF Taisetsuna Nakama

*Now the scene goes to the great fox flying back to planet earth on DK's Isle*

Fox: Well this is where we part ways. Krystal: What are you going to do with the fruity crystal gem? DK: I'll probably keep it safe where no one could ever find it. Slippy: *Cries as I hug diddy* I'm really gonna miss you guys when you leave! Falco: Please man, you are embarrassing ya self. -_-* Diddy: *Chuckles* I'll miss you too man. *Pat slippy back* DK: Say, instead of opening portals I could just wish everyone back home. Sora: Sure. Lucario: "I want to thank you all again for helping me get my planet back and stopping Mewtwo for good." DK: No prob lulu, it's what we do. Lucario: "Please....never call me that again." -_- DK: ^^; Diddy: In all seriousness, we're glad we found you when we did and brought you back to life. We've learned so much during our journey. I learned so much, this warrior lifestyle has helped me improve on myself mentally and physically. Not to mention that we saved the entire universe and the lylat system included. I'm never going to forget that. Lucario: "I am happy that I got to help." Krystal: Well.. this is it. Fox: We're ready when you are DK. Link: Farewell! Klonoa: We should do this again soon. ^_^ Guntz: That's up for the fans to decide. Crash: Yea I had fun! Spyro: You really gonna tell the others you can talk? Crash: Hmm...Nah. Think I'll keep this a secret. Aku Aku: That would be best... Crash: Thanks for meeting me again old friend. Spyro: No prob crash. Sparx: *Buzzes* ^_^ DK: *Looks at my fruity crystal gem* I wish for everyone to go back to their homes.

*Everyone vanished except for the star fox team*

Krystal: Well I guess that settles it. Fox: Onward to DK Isle rob. ROB64: Affirmative.

Back to DK Isle / Guys! We're Back! - Donkey Kong Country - Simian Segue [Restored] Extended

*DK and Candy are holding hands while the great fox warp jumps into a hyperspeed tunnel, everyone on DK Isle is waiting for Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong then the great fox came onto the island*

Honey Kong: Honey look, they're back! DJ: Yes I see them, dear.

*The great fox landed on the beach sand shore as DK and Diddy walked out*

DK: Hey guys we're back! ^_^ Dixie: Diddy! *Ran over to him and hugs him and kissed him five times* Diddy: *Laughs as I hug Dixie and kiss her back* I missed you so much Dixie! Dixie: I missed you more! Funky: Donkey Dude, how be the journey man?! DK: Oh everything went great. Not to mention K Rool is gone for good. Cranky: You destroyed K Rool? DJ: See dad? I told you he would do it. Cranky: Don't rub it in boy. -_- Kiddy: *Giggles* Baboo! *Laughs* Chunky: Couldn't agree more little bro. Honey: *Hugs DK* Donkey Kong, sweetheart. DK: It's good to see you again mom. Honey: So you've used the crystal coconut. DJ: That's not the crystal coconut it's the- Cranky: Fruity crystal gem! You've connected all the fruit gems! DK: Yep, and I'm gonna make sure no one gets their hands on it. DJ: No. DK: Why not? Diddy: Why not? DJ: Now that the fruity crystal gem is in its full potential, that means it has infinite wishes and anyone can use it even villains that want to erase us from existence. I think it's best if it goes back to our deity and ancestor caesar. It will not undo the wishes you've granted. But...thank you for bringing your mother back to me. DK: No problem dad. Honey: I think you know what must be done. DK: Yeah...I wish the fruity crystal gem is back to its original owner, our kong deity Inka Dinka doo.

*The fruity crystal gem glows and flew straight up into the air and vanished as everyone watches*

Candy: We have wonderful news! DJ: What kind of news? DK: You're gonna be a grandpa! ^_^ DJ: ?! Cranky: HA! How do you like being an old grandfather?! *Laughs* DJ: DAD!! Tiny: Donkey Kong's gonna be a father?! Lanky: No way! Dixie: Now I've seen everything. Chunky: Congrats you two!

*Everyone started cheering*

Credits / The End - Donkey Kong 64: Kong-clusion (Staff Roll) HD

*The star fox team looked at all the kongs then went back inside the great fox and took off back into outer space as everyone waved goodbye while walking back inside the jungle. Ten months later, DK walks inside seeing candy holding her infant son jacky kong aka donkey kong IV as he went over to them, sat down, and hugs them both, the credits rolled down then a small picture shows funky and chunky kong's wedding along with diddy and dixie kong's wedding as they both kissed and dixie throws the bouquet flowers and it fell straight into cranky's face. Another scene shows the galactic kremling dreadnought flying back to planet earth into kremling isle while kaliga came out in his new uniform as all the kremling salute to him. The next scene shows donkey kong teaching jacky kong how to use the bongo drums as candy watches while funky kong and chunky kong made out at the beach shore by the sun watching the ocean then the small screen vanished as the credits kept rolling until the end*

Many Events have Changed - Star Fox Command DS - Peace For The Galaxy

After James and vixy McCloud were resurrected, vixy went back to corneria while James joined the star fox team with fox and his friends. After general pepper died from a mysterious illness from the aparoids, the star fox team went on an infiltration mission to the aparoid homeworld to destroy it with a purified nitrogen bomb after which neither star fox assault nor star fox command ever happened. Marcus McCloud, now as a rookie fighter pilot went on a pursuit of Pigma to get his revenge for James McCloud, and with no hesitation, Marcus shot Pigma down several times until he was dead. After which Marcus made Star Falco after finding the legendary ace fighter pilot falco to join him along with his three friends. Spyro and ember came back to their world and became such good friends after the kaliga incident and years later, Spyro and cynder made children of their own as well as ember and her boyfriend now husband. Spyro and cynder now protect the dragon world together with their kids as a family. With neo cortex destroyed along with the other villains, Crash is now back on the island but with tiny tiger and dingodile becoming a family with crunch and coco, even though crash can talk, he kept it to himself for all these years of peace, until new villains arise which were the evil twins that teamed up with Nina cortex along with evil crash. Like DK's Diddy, crash bandicoot found himself, little buddies of his very own after witnessing two bandicoots, male and female washed up on N Sanity Island, both were failures like crash was and crash decided to adopt them and take care of them like they are his kids. Dillon and Russ did their usual thing as western cowboys, saving villages from grock threats yet since  Gallo, Boone, and Nomad formed an army with the amiimals, Dillon and Russ have been taking a vacation that they earned until they are needed once more. Yoshi went back to his island of Yoshi's and settled his rivalry with boshi once and for all before he departed from the island. Yoshi and his father the Yoshi chieftain had a meeting about having him be the king of Yoshi's while he takes a vacation and sure enough he did. Yoshi took up a huge responsibility guarding his people but it was well worth it to know what it's like being king. With Gruntilda gone for good, banjo and Kazooie met up with yooka and laylee, their new friends, and went on a brand new adventure together in fighting against new villains because retirement just doesn't suit them. Link went back to the kingdom of Hyrule to confess his love for Zelda and become the king of Hyrule alongside her to stand a better chance of defeating Ganondorf for good including keeping the triforce safe. Lucario went back to the pokemon planet and went back to ash at the start of their new journey to conquer the sword and shield pokemon tournaments as well as gained a gigantamax form in the process, whatever the future holds for Lucario, he just knows he'll get stronger with ash by his side, he would later fall in love with a female Mewtwo after ash caught it, so he can never feel alone again. Sora went back to the time of Kingdom Hearts II to defeat xemnas with Riku while Roxas went back to after Kingdom Hearts III when sora vanished after the keyblade war was finished. And as for Klonoa and Guntz. Klonoa went back to breezegale to become the guardian of the wind and storms while guntz rides on his motorcycle and drove back to Guntzland to continue being a bounty hunter until he was needed again. Koriju koopa went back to shinko island into the frost mountains to reunite with his boyfriend lucky and continue to live a peaceful life until they are needed at the village again. The righteous path in the soul of the samurai continues with Koriju but also, he visits his brother bowser and nephew bowser jr more often now that he's come to terms with him.

*Meanwhile at kremling Isle. Every kremling turned to kaliga and salute him*

All Hail King Kaliga / Ascended to the Throne - Which Pounds Part 1

Kaliga: *Walks in a middle line as the kritters salute to me and went over to my throne, sat down and looked to my kremling soldiers then gave out an evil laugh that went lower and louder then he stopped* This time it's personal. There is blood on your hands DK and this time my father's death will not go unpunished. There WILL be vengeance.

Donkey Kong and Family - Final Fantasy VIII OST - Fisherman’s Horizon

*Meanwhile there is a sunset in the sky and donkey kong is holding his child jacky kong in his arms while watching the sun go down*

Jacky: *Coos and hoots* DK: Yeah, you like the bright sun don't you? Don't worry, it'll come back up tomorrow. Jacky: *Giggles and coos* Candy: *Walks over to DK and sat down next to him* It looks like you got this parenting thing down. DK: Yeah. Though I dunno how my parents managed to raise me and diddy. Candy: Same thing you're doing now. DK: Oh yeah... Jacky: *Cries* DK: Aww someone's hungry. Candy: I got it. *Gives jacky his bottle* There you go little one. Jacky: *Drinks my bottle* Cranky: You know I never thought I'd see the day that DK becomes a father. DJ: I did, you just need to have faith in him. Cranky: ...I do. Diddy:... Dixie: What's wrong? Diddy: Do you think our lives will still be the same but with jacky? Dixie: Of course, it will, why? Diddy: It's just... Dixie: Look, things will probably change but it won't affect you or DK because I'm pretty sure DK will be the same even before jacky was born. Diddy: You think so? Dixie: I know so. So, let's talk about us. Diddy: Sure thing. DK: ..... *Thinks* "I got a suspicious feeling that won't be the last I see of kaliga." Candy: Something wrong DK? DK: Nah, I'm just thinking about something is all.

The End

#donkey kong

[slothspaghettiwrites]

The Icarus to Your Certainty

The Icarus to Your Certainty

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Dubcon, breeding kink (heavy), dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, body worship, oral sex (f), Ari's mouth, like two moments of insecurity, implied cockwarming, possessive behaviour, so much fucking honey talk, no plot, allusions to Ari being... a god... I guess.

Relationships: Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Female!Reader

Word Count: 1937

Summary: honey dripping, saccharine slick, sickly sweet, nectar of the gods. you're ready, your body is calling to him, and he will have all of you.

A/N: Brought to you by my weird sex dream and @howdoyousleep3 being a menace.

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It starts off slow.

Everything about Ari is slow like honey. His words, his actions, it all drips from his being like ambrosia. He's addictive and intoxicating, just like the drink of the gods and you are falling into the dark depths of him. His sweet words whispered in your ear between bites of delicate honeyed figs. His hands guiding your thick hips to sway with him under the shade tree. His crystalline eyes pooling deeper shades of blue when you call him Daddy.

His lips taste like sweet summer wine against yours, plump from long days under the hot sun and ripe with desire. For as much as you hunger for his touch, Ari acts starved of your body. Every time is like he is discovering you again, mapping out the dips, divuts, and dimples that cover your lush form. He covers every inch of your body with his toned muscular form, makes you feel the heat that radiates off his golden skin as he tears away at your clothes. He's insatiable.

Your fingers are lethargic, barely able to move through his hazy aura of lust. They fumble over the buttons of his shirt and the rough denim of his jeans. The scrape of the heavy, work worn material against the delicate skin of your inner thigh only thickens the haze. It clouds your judgement, makes you easy for his saccharine promises.

"So beautiful, all laid out for me," he murmurs against the skin of your neck. His teeth drag across your pulse as your hips raise to meet his. "I know, Daddy knows, what you need."

He cages you in. His forehead rests against yours. His breath is your breath. The sky outside the open window is burning golden and staining your god's perfect skin. Ari's skin glistens with sweat even as a cool breeze makes goosebumps rise your skin. He smells like the outdoors, ocean air tinged with rosemary and musky.

Ari kisses your bitten, swollen lips again, licks into your mouth and drinks up the lust that pools behind your teeth until you are tugging at his long hair. Desperate for a lungful of fresh air, to clear your head before you drown in his heady nectar, you pull your head back. But he can't take his lips off of your sweetened flesh. As your chin tilts up, your head thrown back into the pillow, he nibbles at all the skin he can reach. His tongue tastes you. His teeth sink into your supple flesh like he would ripened stone fruits. Ari begs for you, begs for your moans, your body, your life.

"Everything, dove, I want everything. Give it all to me." His words bring a rush of heated breath to your aching core. Your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping for him to feast upon. "C'mon, give Daddy what he wants."

"Yes," you moan. There's no question in his statement, but you want to appease him, please him, to allow him to worship you however he sees fit. "Daddy, please."

The tickle, the scrape of his beard across your trembling flesh causes you to buck. Your body makes demands Ari will not comply with. He won't be rushed. To drink from the fountain of your body is a gift he savours. Large arms twist around your hips, heavy with muscles that anchor your soft form to the bed. His tongue sweeps through your folds, pulls the nectar from your body with heady groans that rock your body. His chest rumbles as he feasts, bolts of light dancing up your belly with every brush of his nose against your clit. Sickly sweet syrup coats your thoughts, filling the crack of self consciousness until they are overflowing with nothing but need.

"Ari," you cry out, fingers curling into his hair - pulling, pressing, pleading.

Your body shakes, begs for the attention it needs, but he remains true in his worship, holding you hostage on the precipice's edge until you are sure you've lost your mind. Only when his tongue and chin are soaked with your juice does he pull away. He drags his body up your panting, desperate form, scattering claiming marks across your tummy, your breasts, your throat. The taste of you on his lips when he kisses you gently.

"You're ready for me, I can taste it in you, dove."

He falls back on his knees and his hands curl around your hips, lifting lifting lifting until your legs are spread out over his thighs, his hard cock laid in the curve of your belly. Your eyes squeeze shut for just a moment, the drop of anxiety rippling through your honey coated mind. Ari’s bread scratches your soft skin, his body constricting and bending, hair curtaining his face, as he leans down and kisses your stretched and scarred skin. Up and up his lips travel until he wraps them around your nipple.

“Ari,” your voice shakes, pleasure vibrating through you as he hums.

A slick pop, blue eyes hungrily tracing your body, a sinful smirk on slick lips. Ari radiates lust, it pulses through his body and taunts you. Your fingers reach for him, your mind sinking deeper into the ambrosia coated desire that pools within you. Everything is golden, Ari’s sweat shining on his sculpted body, the rays of light floating through the room, your own thoughts are tinted with a lushness you can’t blink away.

“Dove, you want me.”

“Yes, always.”

“Then have me.”

He moves with a speed you can’t comprehend. His hips draw back and his cock thrusts into your waiting body. Everything becomes electric, your limbs tingle and fight against the overwhelming fullness in your body. Ari falls forward onto his forearms. He cages you into his body, traps you with rumbling groans that rattle out of his chest and into your slack mouth as you try to adjust to him. The weight of his body on yours soothes, comforts, heats. It’s worth the teasing to feel so close to him, to be so connected to his light, to feel his muscles tense under your touch as your nails rake down his back when he grinds his cock into your pussy, deeper still, like he wants to bury himself in your softness.

“Daddy.” Your words are gasping, crawling forth from your mouth with a desperation to see the light.

“Say it, dove, say my name.” He demands, voice deep and dripping with that saccharine tone that sends your tummy swooping. “So ripe for me, glowing with it."

It is like hot wax dripping onto your flesh each time his lips meet your skin. Ari pulls his hips back, another groan tumbling from the back of his throat, before he slams forward. Words still pour from his mouth, honey and wine that make all thoughts disappear. You hold onto him, fingers digging into his back and legs wrapping around his narrow waist. Cling to him, love him, be with him. It is all you can do as arousal boils in your belly. The world is golden, coated in sweet nectar that drowns out everything except the blue eyes staring into yours.

"Daddy," you whimper, lips seeking his taste. The salt dripping down his neck brings you to the surface of sanity as you suckle at his skin.

Ari's voice sends waves of sweetness through your scattered, desperate mind.

"I know, dove, I know. Daddy's gonna fill up this pretty pussy until your fuckin' drippin' me. Til you can't hold all of my cum." His hand wrapped around the back of your neck. "You wanna be full a me don't you, dove?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, it's all you can do. Words stick to the rough of your mouth, drowning in the saliva that threatens to pour from your lips.

"Yeah, you do. Gonna be so beautiful. More beautiful. All round with our baby."

You gasp, pussy clenching around his cock, even as you shake your head. No, that's not what you meant. You don't want a baby, you just want Ari right here and now. His warmth and his honey are all you need.

"Don't fight it, dove. Daddy knows you want his baby. Knows his pussy wants it too."

"No, Daddy." Tears spring up in your eyes and your hands move to shove at his chest.

"Yes, dove." He groans, shifting his weight to one side and the angle of his thrusts. You choke on your words and spit as he thrusts harder. Ari's hand slips down your body until this calloused thumb swirls around your clit. "C'mon, honey, you were right there. So sweet for me, my sweet girl. Always my sweet girl, just give Daddy what he needs. Cum on my cock. Gotta make it stick."

Your traitorous body, your heart and mind suddenly fighting a war. You love him, would do anything for him, but not this. You can't have a baby.

Trapped in a suspended state of honey and vinegar, your body does what he wants it to. Instinct over emotion, drowned in golden syrup that makes everything shine brighter, even the future. Your legs begin to shake with fervour, your muscles tensing and tensing until you snap. His hand around your neck clamps down, your body gives in. Your orgasm rushes through you, a moan rips from your throat and everything flashes white, gold flares behind your eyes.

The sound of your bodies meeting becomes so much more. Slick, dripping, the slide of Ari's cock into your fluttering pussy seems to only send him deeper into your body. Every stroke sends another aftershock, another shiver through your hazy thought. His thumb keeps moving, keeps stroking your sensitive clit as those saccharine promises return to his lips, scattering of kisses and grunts as he works his body harder.

"Fuck," the harsh word leaves his mouth like spun sugar. "Makin' me so messy, dove. Just squeezing my cock so good. Don't want it to stop. And it's not, you're gonna cum again for me, honey. One more for Daddy and I'll fill ya up."

"Hurts, Daddy." You whine, limbs unable to hold themselves up anymore. You let Ari control your body now.

"You can take it. Doin' so good for me-" his head falls forward. Ari's weight crushes you, his hand trapped between your body and his. He's pressing down on your tummy, grinding his cock against that sweet spot in your pussy. You can't take it. "Give Daddy what he needs."

Your body convulses and shakes under him as you cum again. Tears leak from your eyes, you're drowning in sweet nothings and praise. So good, sweet girl, daddy's little dove, so beautiful mama.

"Please, Daddy."

"There we go, honey, knew you wanted it. You just let Daddy do the thinkin'. He's got ya. So pretty, dove. Gonna be heavy with me, my baby growing in your belly." He grunts, his shoulders and chest shaking against you. His sweat drenched hair clings to your skin. "Never gonna stop. Always gonna be full of me from now on."

He bites you. His teeth nearly break the skin of your nape when his hips stutter and still. His cock pulses deep in your pussy, ropes of his cum pushing deeper when he grinds into you again, like he wants to get hard again.

His tongue traces the teeth marks in your flesh before he moves up, kisses your neck, your tear stained cheeks, your trembling lips.

"Can feel it, dove. Can see it in you. You're made for this. And if it doesn't stick this time, I'll just keep proving it to you. Over and over again."

#a sloth writes #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x fem!reader #ari levinson x plus size!reader #ari levinson x ps!reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x female reader

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Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader

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Chapter 4

The days passed by uneventfully. You woke up, cooked his breakfast, did laundry, cooked his lunch, cleaned, cooked his dinner, swept, and went to bed. In that order. Every day. You learned that the Veiled woman had given you the clothes and extra furnishings in your room, and that her name was Donna Beneviento, the dollmaker lord of the village. Though she hated the factory, she pushed past her inhibitions to visit you as often as she could. She would bring fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as furniture she didn’t need that you used to spruce up your living space. You often enjoyed each other’s company in an abandoned room with a large skylight, which you dubbed the sun-room. After bringing in a small table, rug, and some chairs, it almost felt cozy. Heisenberg never came up there, making it a perfect spot for tea on Donna’s better days.

“Alcina is still angry that you were given to Heisenberg instead of her. She has brought it up at every meeting since your arrival.” Donna remarked as she lifted her veil to sip her tea.

“… Alcina? Is that the big vampire lady?”

“Yes. Many of the mortals who stumble across the village are sent to her, if not to Moreau for Cadou experiments.”

“Is Moreau the fish guy? Heisenberg won’t tell me anything about the other Lords. Or Miranda.”

“It is better that way. Our family is quite confusing.”

Angie, who had been still up until then, nodded vigorously. “That ugly freak is Moreau!”

“He seems… interesting. Do you think Heisenberg would let me go down to the reservoir for a visit?”

Angie laughed.

“No, I’m afraid not. Heisenberg hates all the other lords except myself. He… mildly tolerates me. I wish he were half as fond of me as he is of you.” Donna sighed.

You laughed. “I’m his maid. He isn’t fond of me.”

“He would have used you for one of his Soldats if he didn’t like you in some form.”

“… soldat?”

“His creations.”

“Oh.” You sipped your tea, not quite sure what to think.

An all-too-familiar clank alerted you to Heisenberg’s presence in the room. “Are you distracting my little maid from her duties, Donna?” He asked, leaning on his hammer.

“She’s a human! She can’t work all the time, Karl.” Angie said, running away from Donna’s side to annoy Heisenberg.

“Oh please. Let’s wrap this tea party up, I got a job for you, Buttercup.”

Even though you’d been living in the factory for weeks, he’d never called you by your actual name.

“Why do you carry around that big hammer all the time, huh? Do you use it to crush your enemies? Can I hold it?” Angie danced around him excitedly.

“Why haven’t you learned to shut your trap?” Heisenberg snapped at Angie, who blew a raspberry back at him and went back to Donna.

Once you had helped Donna pack her tea set away, you went to the kitchen to see what Heisenberg wanted you to do.

“Come with me.” He motioned for you to follow him down the hallway and into the elevator.

“… your first name is Karl?” You asked as he pressed a button.

“Yes it is, sweetie pie. Use it if you want. I don’t care.”

“Why don’t you like Angie and Donna? They’re very nice… if you get past the creepy doll stuff and all that.”

“I saved you from the nervige Dame so you could work for me. Not have tea parties.”

“All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy, you know.”

“Since when are you so talkative?” He snapped, making you flinch.

You looked down at your boots and kept quiet for the rest of the descent.

As soon as you arrived at the ground floor, Heisenberg pulled you out of the elevator and into another room. Inside were destroyed targets and scrap metal.

“Fix my targets and put all the metal into buckets. I have a surprise for you when you’re done.”

You internally groaned as you watched him get back into the elevator and go back to whatever he was doing.

“I am tired of cleaning up after this slob of a man. Who does he think he is, anyway? He gets a maid, so he thinks he doesn’t have to clean up at all anymore? Honestly!” You ranted aloud. “I don’t even have any music to work to. Just machinery. I just… I want to go home… or at least fix my phone so I can have some contact with the outside world… I’m going crazy. I’m talking to an empty room. This factory is driving me crazy.”

As you angrily dumped scrap metal into a bucket, soft music began to play from the loudspeakers you thought were obsolete. You didn’t recognize the tune, but it was uplifting. It made you feel better.

Was he… listening?

You continued to clean at a faster pace, and the music continued to play. Repairing the targets proved to be a challenge. As you tried to figure out how to piece them back together, the idea of Heisenberg listening to your empty ramblings crossed your mind. Has he heard everything? If he had, that wouldn’t prove too good for you. Especially in your first week, you’d said some not-so-nice things about him. And his stupid hammer.

You fit the target pieces together, and you noticed it was painted with Miranda’s image. Odd. Maybe he took them from some villager. They did have a weird obsession with her. Standing back to marvel at your work, you ran straight into Heisenberg.

“Oop, I didn’t hear you come in… sorry…” you turned around, looking sheepish.

He pulled you into the elevator. “Fixed your phone. It’ll play any music you want ‘long as you’re in the factory. And a wireless headset. So you won’t annoy me.” He passed you your fixed phone and a headset. “I disabled calls and messaging. Nothing works except music. Don’t try it.” He pressed a button to go back to the top floor.

You smiled, your first real smile in ages. “Thank you, Heisenberg… er, Karl. And… if you’ve been hearing my rants… I’m sorry. I didn’t know… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I said don’t mention it. Go do some cleaning crap.” The elevator doors opened. “I’ll be back for dinner.” He said in an angry tone, sauntering away.

You sighed. Had your rants really affected him that much? You decided to do something nice to indirectly apologize. The other night, when you had made strawberry Jello, he seemed to have liked it more than anything else you made. You decided to make him a large portion, with real strawberries suspended in the Jello-y goodness and whipped cream. You put the finished desert in the fridge and began dinner prep.

When he came down for dinner, Heisenberg was surprised. You prepared a whole spread— mashed potatoes, mac n’ cheese, carrots and dip— basically every food you had made which he somewhat enjoyed.

“What’s this for?” He asked, setting his hammer down by the door.

“You saved me from death by vampire. I haven’t been grateful. So, this is my thank you. I might have gotten carried away with the cooking… but that means leftovers for you.”

He cracked a smile. “Thanks, sugarplum.” After the feast, he didn’t leave to go back to work like he usually did. “I don’t feel like working after all that… wanna watch a movie or summin?”

“You watch movies?”

“Of course I do. Unlike the rest of the freaks that live here, I am cultured.” You followed him to a room with a tv. Of course, he picked the movie: The Conjuring.

One thing you had never told him: you hated horror movies. With a passion. Cliche girl stereotype, yes, but psychological horror was no laughing matter. You took the tattered blanket on the couch, hoping to fall asleep before the scary parts started.

Karl looked over at you. “What’s the matter? Afraid of a little movie?”

“No.” You tried to defend your character. “I’m cold.” You knew now that you had to watch it. Every jumpscare made you jump, which made him laugh and tease you about being a ‘fraidy-cat’. You unintentionally scooted closer to him until your shoulders were touching; neither of you noticed until you grabbed his arm after a particularly harsh jumpscare. He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t react. You didn’t notice; you were terrified. As the credits rolled, he turned to look at you. “You enjoy that, sugar?”

“Yeah. Mhm. Um…” you noticed you were still holding his arm. “Sorry. Um…”

Seeing how flustered you were made Heisenberg smirk. “Something the matter?”

“Nope. I gotta… go to bed now, long day, you know how it is… goodnight.” You charged out of the room as fast as your feet would take you.

Heisenberg chuckled to himself as he lit a cigar, thinking how adorable you looked when you were scared.

#Karl Heisenberg #Karl Heisenberg x Reader #House Heisenberg #Karl Heisenburg #Resident Evil viii #Resident Evil Village #Donna Beneviento #Salvatore Moreau #Mother Miranda #Alcina Dimitrescu #Heisenberg #Heisenburg

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Autumn Leaves

A/N: Autumn prompts are an excuse for me to write stupidly cute fluff, so that’s what I did. This is a Sonny Carisi x reader fic that covers the Autumn square in @adarafaelbarba​ moodboard bingo!

P.S. second-cousins are children of cousins

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1872

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“My family is insane, especially the kids,” Sonny explained while he drove you to Staten Island. “They don’t know how to sit and eat food without screaming.”

You chuckled, "it's fine, Carisi, I promise; I'm kind of used to this type of stuff already."

“What? You are? You don’t even know what’s awaitin’ ya, yet,” he replied, scoffing.

While in the precinct, you overheard Sonny on the phone with his ma. He seemed upset and perpetually tired when he hung up. When you asked him what was wrong, he told you that his ma was basically guilt-tripping him into visiting on Saturday, to help with the Autumn Feast his family partook in. And when you asked why that was so bad, he complained that no matter what they cooked, the kids of the Carisi Clan would hardly sit still long enough to eat, and would scream and cry if it wasn’t something they wanted.

“It just…it’s a handful…and not my ideal day off, even if I do get to see my family,” Sonny finished

You had nodded in sympathy before offering to go with him; you had a pretty big family with a lot of kids, too. Plus, you could never turn down Sonny’s amazing cooking, and now, you were getting a chance to taste his mom’s.

He had picked you up that morning, and now, you were on your way to Staten Island, Sonny warning you the whole way. You laughed and shrugged it off, but he kept giving you a look like you’ll see what I mean.

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He pulled up to his childhood home, and your eyes sparkled at the state of the townhouse. Not only was the building itself quaint and adorable, but there were decorations everywhere. And not just Halloween, but general autumn décor, as well. There were wreaths made with leaves of reds and oranges and yellows, there were scarecrows against the walls, there were fake pumpkins on every step leading to the house. And looming over the house from out back were two enormous trees, their branches almost completely bare, the leaves scattered on the roof, the front yard, and the back.

Sonny led you up the stairs to the front door, opening it for you. The first thing to assault your senses was the cacophony of noise. Children screaming in delight as they ran through the house, chatter and laughter from the various rooms as people talked. There was a tv on somewhere, with what sounded like a sports or news reporter blathering on and on.

The second thing you noticed was the wonderful smells. Your mouth was almost instantly watering as you caught the smell of garlic, potatoes, some sort of roast cooking with assorted spices, as well as cinnamon, sugar, and apples. It was so much at once; it was hard to differentiate.

But the third thing you felt was a type of warmth that comes only from a loving home. It bloomed in your chest, and you found yourself smiling as you stepped over the threshold, Sonny following and closing the door. It reminded you of the holidays at your own family’s place, and a calm washed over you.

In all of the chaos, Mama Carisi must’ve heard the door open and close, because she stuck her head out of the kitchen. Once her eyes latched onto Sonny’s, her smile grew to blinding proportions.

“Sonny, my little bambino! Come see your ma,” she cooed, arms open as she came out of the kitchen fully.

Sonny scooted passed you and hurried to his mother, wrapping her in a tight hug and kissing her cheek. You smiled at the reunion, and Mama Carisi opened her eyes to find you.

“And who is this?” she asked, releasing her son and coming over to you.

Sonny followed, looking more relaxed than you had ever seen him; getting a hug from your ma did that to a person. “Ah, this is my partner in the department,” he explained, introducing you.

You went to shake her hand, but Mama Carisi wrapped you up in a huge hug, kissing your cheek and whispering, “it’s nice to meet you. Welcome to my home,” into your ear.

“Thank you for having me,” you replied, easily melting into her embrace—okay, maybe it wasn’t just hugging your own mom that relaxed a person; maybe it was hugging Mama Carisi.

She pulled back to give you a look, a warm smile on her face. “Anyone who’s a friend of Sonny’s is welcome here.”

The next hour was a flurry of meeting family member after family member. Even with your detective skills, you quickly forgot most names, and your cheeks started to hurt from smiling. You and Sonny had started in the kitchen before he shuttled you through the house and out to the backyard.

“And these are all my cousins and second cousins; I’m not gonna bother introducing ya, since they won’t pay attention,” Sonny said, chuckling.

You didn’t blame him; there was a gaggle of children running and playing in the backyard. The oldest looked maybe ten, the youngest around four or five.

“Are these the ones that give you such problems?” you asked as a joke. It’s true that they were loud and crazy—as most kids are.

Sonny smirked, nodding. “Sure are. Watch; I bet ya twenty dollars that at least half of them will complain about dinner.”

“You got yourself a deal,” you replied, shaking his hand. Then, you scanned the expansive backyard. Leaves were covering the ground so completely that you could hardly see the lawn; kids were slipping on them all over the place. In the back, left corner stood an apple tree, bare of fruit—you assumed they’d already been harvested. And opposite the tree sat a little toolshed.

Grinning, you made your way through the throng of people and screaming children until you reached the shed. You opened the door and leaning just inside were two rakes: one huge one, and one medium sized. You grabbed the bigger of the two, then went to a small section of the backyard that somehow had no kids.

You glanced over and saw Sonny giving you a weird look, wondering what you were doing. Then, you started raking the leaves. You didn’t expect to get very far—the first pile rarely did. But there were so many leaves that you quickly had a pile up to your hip. As soon as one kid noticed, though, it was on.

The pile was quickly demolished as child after child flung themselves into it, screaming with laughter. But you had already moved on, starting another pile where they had just vacated. This one got a little bigger than the last, since they were distracted with the first pile. But once it was seen, it, too, became a new playground.

As you started on the third pile, another rake joined you. You glanced over and Sonny was there, smiling wide as he helped you rake. This pile got to be huge before little bodies flung themselves into it.

You quickly lost track of time, had no idea how many piles you had built only to be destroyed. But that was the point of the piles in the first place. Soon enough, the children started to become too tired, their little legs worn out. Your own arms were burning, but it was a good burn, and you continued until the piles started to outnumber the children.

By the time dinner was announced, there was not a single child running and playing anymore. They were scattered along the ground, panting, and smiling at each other with a job well done. Their parents all either ushered them to one of the various tables, or simply handed them a plate. Sonny, as well as the rest of his family, watched in stunned fascination as the children ate, too tired to complain or throw a fit about what they were given.

“How the hell did you do that?” Sonny asked in a hushed voice.

You chuckled. “I told you I had experience with this; you’re not the only one with a big family. And besides, no child has ever turned down the opportunity of crunching leaves.”

He gave you a look full of awe before he broke into a wide grin. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a $20. You huffed out a laugh as he handed it to you, and you tucked it away.

Mama Carisi walked up then, looking at everyone enjoying her hard work in the kitchen. “You’re a miracle worker, dear,” she said to you before looking at Sonny, “please tell me you’re keeping her?”

Sonny’s ears turned a bright pink. “Ma!”

“What? She’s helpful, knows how to play with children, and is a beautiful, young woman—”

“Ma! Stop talking, please!” Sonny whined. You felt a heat in your cheeks as Sonny avoided looking directly at you. It wasn’t like you never thought about dating Sonny; on the contrary, you found him incredibly attractive. But you were partners; there was a line there that you didn’t know if you could cross.

Mama Carisi scoffed before walking off, leaving you and Sonny to stand awkwardly next to each other. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before he turned and went into the now mostly empty house. You gave a sweeping look at the party guests before following him in.

You found him standing in his old living room, idly looking at childhood pictures on the wall. You watched him for a moment before you moved closer, within arm’s reach.

“I’m…sorry about ma,” he muttered, eyes still focused on the pictures. “She keeps trying to hook me up with any woman around my age and just…I’m sorry.”

You gave him a soft smile that he didn’t see. “It’s okay, Sonny, really. I don’t think anything less of you or anything. We’re partners, and damn good ones, if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah, but…what if I don’t want to be just partners?” he asked, voice soft.

You froze; what did he say? Sonny slowly turned to look at you, saw the shock on your face. Then he was shaking his head, quickly saying, “look, forget I said anything—”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss, your lips soft against his. He let out a little gasp of surprise before he was kissing you back. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek, while the other went to your hip. You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You felt that line that defined you as partners only start to fade away as your mouths moved against each other.

Gently, you pulled away from him, just enough to look deeply into those blue eyes you loved so much. “Maybe I don’t want to be just partners, either,” you said softly.

Sonny grinned, his thumb rubbing your cheek tenderly. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow, then?”

“Sounds like a date,” you replied, smiling up at him. His grin broadened before he dipped his head, kissing away any fears or doubts you had about this.

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